When Rome told her that he was taking her out, the first thing that came to Margaux's mind was that he would take her on a 'normal' date. She also thought of a candlelit dinner. A violinist playing music in the background as they eat something savory. A Rockafellar oyster, perhaps? She heard that's a good aphrodisiac.
Wine and some sexy moments could have made shots on their date too. What else could be hotter than a sensual squeeze on her ass when she least expected it anyway?
Those were the first things that Margaux anticipated this morning. Normal stuff done by equally 'normal' people. However, she forgot something very important while thinking of those sweet things. Normal doesn't apply to her caro—not one syllable or even a freaking single letter from it.
"Keep your hands up, cara
