Part 10
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He helped me in the car and this time I was careful not to flash him. I had been trying too hard and I felt I needed to tone it down a bit, but that was going to be hard to do when he brushed his pinky against my thigh over my dress while he was reaching for the gearshift again.
“Where are we going, sir,” I ask innocently.
I was studying his face to see if I could catch an emotion.
He looked into my eyes and I saw his pupils dilate, “Somewhere exclusive. Only a handful of people know about it.”
The thought of being brought into his world excited me and I clenched my thighs together at the tingles that shot to my core.
“Exclusive,” I asked, wanting more of his deep, baritone voice.
“Private,” he added, “If we are to spend every day together I’d like to get to know you a little better. And I don’t want any interruptions.”
I gulped.
He wanted to be in a private place with me. He wanted to get to know me better. I was internally screaming because the man beside me was too attractive for his own good. He would get me in trouble if I let him and, boy, did I want to let him.
We drove into the heart of the city and pulled into an alley. I was about to say something about him being lost but then we got to the back of the building and it opened to a small parking lot with a few luxury vehicles already parked in spaces. He parked beside a Range Rover, shut the car off, and got out.
I waited for him to walk around to my side and open my door. His outstretched hand waiting, I grabbed it and tried, again, not to flash him.
When I was fully standing I adjusted my dress down my legs and bent into the car to retrieve my purse. Not missing his expression when I turned around, I smiled and asked, “You ready?”
“I am,” and he put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me towards a door at the back of the building.
He knocked on the door and a compartment in the door opened up to show a mans eyes, “Name,” he asked.
“Dominic Blackstone.”
The compartment shut and the door opened for us.
Dom placed his hand, again, to the small of my back and pushed me through the door.
We walk down a darkened hallway, only lit with small red bulbs here and there, until we get to another door. He punched in a code on the keypad and opened the door.
“Watch your step, Genevieve.”
And I see what he means. We immediately start walking down a flight of stairs. Where ever this place was, whatever it was, it was underground.
I must’ve been trembling a bit because he rubbed his hand along my back as we get to the bottom of the stairs. I saw a faint light as we walked around a corner and then into what looks to be a restaurant. It was dimly lit with glass lanterns and candles, very private.
“Two,” Dominic said to the hostess at the podium.
“Of course, sir. Follow me, welcome back, by the way.”
She grabbed two menus from her side of the podium and walked further into the restaurant.
We walked to what feels like the back of the restaurant and around a small wall to a very secluded and intimate round booth.
“Is this ok, Mr. Blackstone,” she asks.
“This is fine, Leslie. Thank you.”
He held his hand out for me and helped me into the booth. I scooted to the middle and he followed, his left thigh slightly touching my right.
“Your waiter will be with you shortly,” Leslie says, putting our menus in front of us and walking away.
“Very private and very exclusive,” my voice a notch above a whisper.
He gave me a smile and looked over his menu, “Do you see anything that you might want?”
Innocent enough question.
′You.′
“And please don’t say ‘salad’, Genevieve. I want to see you eat a real meal.”
I looked over the menu, seeing a few good options, all fairly simple and none with any prices, “What would you recommend since it seems that you come here often.”
He looked over his menu, again, “The Mushroom Florentine Pasta is good.”
“I’ll have that then,” I said as I closed my menu. I couldn't take my eyes off of him anyway. He was too good to be true and I still had no idea what I was doing here in this private restaurant with him.
The waiter came and took our order with Dominic ordering something with salmon, “And a bottle of Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru 1990.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back with your wine.”
“Now, tell me about yourself, Genevieve.” He commands with hard eyes.
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