Page 106 of Corrupted Pleasure

“I do,” she proclaimed, giddy. Her eyes shone with excitement, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her.

“Then stop questioning me,” I told her amused.

My driver, the red-haired devil, like Davina called him, drove smoothly through the traffic of New York City. It was only seven in the evening and we had the entire night ahead of us.

“Well, it can’t be dinner,” she mused. “We already ate.”

“We had a small dinner,” I reminded her. “We could certainly have another dinner.”

“Aha,” she exclaimed. “So dinner and a movie?”

I made sure I memorized every single guess she had made because I vowed I’d give her every single one of those dates.

“Not today.”

She looked stunning in a light blue dress that came to her knees with off the shoulder straps.

“But another day?”

“Whatever you want.” And I meant it. I’d give her whatever she wanted, just to see that happy smile on her face and her eyes shining like diamonds. “Did you see your grandfather today?”

Her face lit up and her eyes shimmered.

“I did. The girls went with me to see him,” she beamed, taking my hand and squeezing gently. “He’s so happy and already looks five years younger.”

“Do we need any upgrades to his room?” I wanted him to be perfectly happy here because I knew if her grandfather didn’t like it here, neither would Davina. She’d follow him anywhere.

She scoffed softly. “You got him the best room. He loves it and I love-” An emotion flickered on her face, and she lowered her gaze, smoothing her dress while examining me under a thick curtain of her dark lashes. “I love it too.”

“Good. If there is anything we need to do for him, we’ll do it.”

“We?” she asked, hesitation in her eyes.

I cupped her face and our gazes connected. “Yes, we. Your family is mine.” I closed the space between us and pressed my mouth on hers. “Weare family now, Céile. We’ll let him adjust and then we can visit him together.”

She nodded and satisfaction hummed in my veins.

The car came to a stop and our conversation ended for now. I got out of the car, something warm rattling in my chest as I extended my hand to her and helped her out of the car.

“Sailboat?” she exclaimed.

“You said you had yet to take the boat to the Statue of Liberty. So our first date will be sunset sailing with the view of the city that is now your home.”

“What happened to your gigantic yacht?” she asked curiously while a sweet smile played around her lips.

“It’s docked in another marina,” I told her. “This is new.”

She cocked her eyebrow. “New?”

I wrapped my hand around her shoulder and we walked towards the dock. “Yes, it is our boat. And I named her after you.”

Her eyes widened. “No, you didn’t!”

“Of course I did.” I shifted her towards the end of the boat where the name proudly stared at us. For my céile Davina.

She stared at it quietly while seconds ticked on. There was nothing in the world that could make me change that name. Except for her.

“My grandpa named his boat after Grandma,” she whispered. “I always thought it was the most beautiful thing.”