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The red satin clung to Addison’s body in the way I hoped. It tugged across her voluminous breasts and hugged her waist until it broke into a carefully placed slit that exposed her upper thigh. As much as I hoped she would feel good in it, I selfishly chose it for me to stare at her in it all night.
As she took one last step toward me, she did a slow spin and I instinctively brought my hand to my chest. I had just had the air knocked out of me. I gathered my wits about me and handed her the rose.
“You look…incredible,” I said softly before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
“Thank you,” she replied. “For everything. This dress…”
“Was made for you.”
I wanted so badly to reach out and place my hands on her waist, running my hands up the smooth fabric against her body. Instead, I turned and opened the door.
“Shall we?” I asked, gesturing to the car.
She nodded as she stepped inside the car before I slid in after her. I closed the door gently behind us and the sound of soft jazz music filled the car.Nice touch, Armand.I caught his eye in the rearview mirror and he gave me a wink.
“Where are we going?” asked Addison as the car pulled away from the curb.
“You’ll see,” I answered with a sly smile.
The conversation didn’t flow as easily as it had the past week. I wondered if she was feeling the same nerves I was as we made our way to Manhattan. We, instead, settled into a comfortable silence with careful glances and small smiles. Whenever I got the chance, I let my eyes wander without her knowing in the darkness of the town car. Even in the dark, I could see the flesh of her breasts illuminated by passing cars. I would take her right here in this car if she would let me.
But I had plans for us tonight, and I couldn’t be selfish. I wanted to treat her to a night she would never forget. I might have to hide my arousal all damn night, but it would be worth it. Knowing I could do something special for her made her even more intoxicating to me.
The car slowed to a stop outside of Le CouCou. I opened the car door and slid out, then held my hand out for Addison. She placed her hand gently in mine and I helped her out of the car, but didn’t let go. I couldn’t. That charged feeling ran through me and I didn’t want it to end.
The large, arched windows cast their warm glow onto the sidewalk before us. I led her in the large black doors and into the restaurant. I watched as Addison looked around at the large chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, and the brick walls that lined the large bar area surrounded by lush flowers. I smiled as she did a circle, taking everything in.
“May I help you?” asked the hostess.
“I have a reservation under Jacobs.”
She scanned her computer screen before grabbing two menus.
“Right this way, Mr. Jacobs.”
We followed her to a small corner booth that was tucked away from the rest of the patrons. I had requested seating that was more intimate, and they had delivered. Addison scooched into the navy velvet seat of the booth and I took the seat across from her. The hostess placed our menus on the table before excusing herself.
“This place is beautiful,” said Addison, looking at me.
“Wait until you try the food,” I said.
She smiled and looked down at her menu. I watched as she scanned the words, furrowing her brows slightly.
“I don’t know what any of this means,” she said with a soft laugh.
“Would you like me to order for you?” I offered.
“Yes, please. If I tried to order, I would butcher every word.”
“Whatdon’tyou like?” I asked.
“I’m not picky.” She shrugged.
When the waitress came around for our order, I did my best attempt at French and ordered their most popular dishes, along with a few of my favorites. As we handed the menus back to the waiter, Addison looked at me with a smile.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m impressed.” She sat back against the plush seat of the booth and crossed her arms, studying me. I marveled how she pressed her breasts together.