Cold hearts, Warm beds

Chapter-11

"So, I know this might not be what... So it's like.. What happened earlier... Do you... Aarrgghh!! f**k me!"

Carl is frustrated and evidently so.

We are sitting at the posh restaurant, sipping wine and eating our dinner which is so amazing that I am not able to concentrate on Carl or anything that he is saying, even if he is making sense which in all honesty, I don't think he is.

I am gobbling up my food when I suddenly look at him looking at me. He hand is on his chin, his face resting on his hand, and he is looking at me with slight amusement. Again. I don't know what's so funny about me. I ignore him and concentrate on my food again. He can look at me all he wants to.

"You won't eat?" I ask him, while I am waiting for the bite on my fork to cool down.

"I want to eat you, baby.. Will you let me?" He asks and winks.

I drop my fork. Damn, this man. He is smirking at me.

"If that dog wouldn't have interrupted us, we would have been mates by now and you would have been under me, inside our bedroom screaming in pleasure."

I roll my eyes. This man surely has some confidence. What does he think of himself?!

I decided to toy with him a bit.

"Actually... I realize I was being very hasty... I should check out my options before assuming that you're my mate... I mean Rio's not all that bad after all... " I say haughtily. The thought of that letter also crosses my mind fleetingly. The look Carl gives me freezes me in my pants. Only for a second, though. It's not like I am a scaredy cat. Huh!

His eyes are like frozen diamonds, only not blue and if looks could kill I promise you I'd be dead by now.

I decided to concentrate on my food again. When I chance a look at him again, he is back to his older self.

"So you wouldn't let me bite you again?" He asks trying not to look amused and failing miserably.

"Umm... No.. Like I said... I would like to explore my options." I tell him all snobbishly and wondering how and why am I getting away with it.

"Okay!" He says and smiles at me. I look at him all suspicious.

"Would you like some more wine?" He asks me eyeing my now empty glass.

"Sure.." I say with a shrug.

He calls for the waiter and orders me another glass of wine.

I quickly down my glass and we call it a night.

"I'll take you home, baby.." he whispers in my ears as he ensnares an arm around my waist.

I look at him and I start feeling dizzy. Did I drink that too fast?

"I am.. Carl... I a-am feeling... " I grasp his shirt, trying not to fall. f**k, the world's spinning.

I don't think I drank that much wine or did I? But I was feeling okay one second ago.

"Hush querida... It's okay... You're alright... I got you baby... " Is the last thing I hear, in his silky smooth and soothing voice before I let the darkness consume me whole.