Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Their server arrived with their food and she started eating. Very little put Isa off her food.
“Is your steak good?” Remy asked after a moment.
She glanced down at her plate and swallowed before speaking. There was nothing worse than someone who spoke with their mouth full.
“Yeah, it’s good. Yours?” She turned bright red as she realized that she’d eaten most of her food while he’d only gotten through half of his.
“Oh my God, I’m a pig.”
“Baby, I’m keeping track of every time you say something bad about yourself. And your ass is going to be toast by the time you agree to be mine.”
Yikes.
Maybe she’d just need to rethink being his?
But she didn’t want to do that. However, she also liked being able to sit.
“Perhaps I should take the spanking now . . . I don’t like the idea of compiled spankings. It’s like you’re stockpiling them. You shouldn’t stockpile punishments.”
“Hmm, so you’re saying after dinner, you want me to take you out to my truck, and put you over my lap?”
“Um, no. I don’t believe that was what I was saying. I don’t want to do it in your truck. Sheesh, I’d rather go do it in the unisex bathroom.”
Of course that was the time that their server returned. She cleared her throat, her cheeks red.
“Um, are your meals all right?” their server asked.
“Yes,” Remy replied. “Thank you.”
“Okay, good. And, um, please don’t have sex in the bathroom, I’m the one that will have to clean it up.” The server rushed away and Isa let out a deep breath.
To her shock, Remy started laughing.
“Stop it,” she hissed. “That woman thinks that we’re going . . . that we’re going to . . .”
“Do it in the bathroom?” he supplied.
“Remy,” she groaned. “What is wrong with me?”
He took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Absolutely nothing at all. Now, finish your dinner.”
“I don’t know if I can. I seem to have lost my appetite.”
“Want me to feed you?”
Yes.
“I think I’ve made enough of a spectacle of myself.”
“Who cares what anyone here thinks? I don’t. You shouldn’t either.”
“You’re right. But I can finish feeding myself. Do you like doing that, though?”
“Doing what?”
“Um, feeding people? I mean, not people in general but, like, Littles or your Littles or . . . urgh. I don’t usually stumble this much over my words.”
He ran a finger down her cheek, then under her chin, before tilting her face up.
“I do. I like all aspects of taking care of a Little. Dressing them, playing with them, feeding them. Disciplining them.”
“I bet you like that part a lot,” she grumbled.
“You’d guess right. I like being in control. Felt out-of-control for a lot of my life. Being a Dom gives me that. I’m also responsible for someone else. Their care, their safety, it all rests on me. Feeds something inside me.”
Wow.
He really did sound like he enjoyed all of that. And she really wished she could be his Little. To have him look after her.
They shared a lemon tart for dessert and she let Remy feed it to her, in between taking bites himself. He placed his free hand on her thigh, squeezing tight. She had to work hard to stay still, feeling her clit throb with every squeeze of his hand.
When it was finished, she was disappointed. She didn’t want the night to end. But she also knew that Loki would worry if she didn’t get home soon.
And that was the last thing she wanted.
“I have to go to the restroom,” she said, trying to keep her gaze down. She didn’t want him to see the guilt on her face at her lie.
Well, it wasn’t a total lie. She did have to go. It was just that she planned to sneakily pay their bill on her way.
“I’ll walk you there.”
Act cool.
Cool as a cucumber.
Smiling, she shook her head. “I think I can make it on my own.” She stood and grabbed her handbag. She snatched it up with such force that it flew into Remy’s face.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” she cried.
“Jesus, you need to take some things out of that bag?” he asked, holding his nose. “It’s way too heavy.”
“I need everything in there. My phone. Mints. Ten lip glosses—”
“Ten lip glosses?” he interrupted, gaping at her.
She shrugged. “I like lip gloss. Are you all right?”
“I’m starting to think you don’t like my nose. But yeah, I’m good.”
“Sorry,” she whispered again. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She walked through the room, trying not to look at anyone as she headed to the restroom.
Although the one time she glanced up, she could have sworn that she saw Loki’s friend, Easton, sitting at a table across the room.
But then he turned away and she decided she was being paranoid.
She glanced back at the room, but couldn’t see their table. So she rushed over to flag down their server. “Can I pay the bill?”