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Widening her eyes, a tiny laugh bubbles from her throat. I know she’s getting full, and is on the verge of refusing, but I’ll hear none of it.
“That’s not a request, Princess. Youwillorder dessert.Even if you only take a bite, every good dinner ends with a bite of something sweet,” I say sternly, unlocking my phone.
Her laugh becomes bolder, but it doesn’t offend me. She’s enjoying the fact that I want to take care of her, and that I want her to have the freedom to enjoy the things she’s been made to feel guilty about. I am going to turn her into a glutton for pleasure.
“Yes, Sir,” she says, thoroughly amused.
“Good girl,” I praise.
Allowing her to speak to the teenaged waiter, I catch his gaze from the corners of his eye. Giving him a nonverbal warning, I can’thelp but chuckle as he takes half a step away from Dolly. Secure that he will behave his adolescent self, I turn my attention to the barrage of text messages from my Mama.
Swearing under my breath, my eyes make note of the time. I’m late. Very late. I thought we had only been here for an hour at most, but it’s nearly ten-thirty.Shit.I’m lucky she hasn’t already marched her petite ass in here and dragged both Dolly and I back to the hotel by our ears.
Pressing my lips into a fine line, I quickly begin to type a text back to her. I know a lot is riding on tonight, but neither she, or Senator Murphy, will be getting what they want. I need time to think of a plan though, so I will placate her aslong as I can. Her wrath can wait until breakfast. She will forgive me, eventually. She always does. I am her sweet Sutton,after all.
Locking the screen of my phone, I shove the damn thing back into my pocket. Damn it all to hell. I really wanted to spend the night between Dolly’s thighs and worry about the consequences in the morning, but I must put this fire out immediately. My Mama is such a cockblock.
“Is everything ok, Sir?” Dolly asks, knocking me from my thoughts.
Sighing softly, I meet her curious gaze. I hate that I must lie to her. I don’t want her to think I’m stringing her along.
“I wish it was, Princess. We’re having issues with six different solar windmills in the fourth quadrant. There’s one mechanic that knows how to fix the problem, and he’s out on another call in Palm Springs. He won’t be able to come out for a couple of days, so I just need to placate some very panicked investors.”
I pull off my lie so smoothly and perfectly that I impress myself, but my deceit-filled pride evaporates the moment I see the look of sheer disappointment wash over her face. It causes a lead weight to settle in the pit of my stomach. I’m not used to feeling guilty, it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I swear that I will make all of this up to her.
“Oh. Do you have to leave right now?” she asks, her voice shaking slightly.
Shaking my head, I purposefully warm my body language. Sure, it’s a manipulation tactic, and one that has worked well forme, but I want her to feel in her soul that I’m not trying to get out of our date, or that I will ghost her the minute we part ways. She doesn’t know it yet, but she now belongs to me. I’m not going any-fucking-where.
“No, I want to watch you enjoy your dessert first, Princess. Business can wait,” I reply, softening my eyes.
Reaching over the table, I take her hand in mine. Holding it gently, I give it a tiny squeeze. It’s so delicate in my big ole’ mitt, but I happen to think it fits perfectly. I know it will look exquisite pumping my cock.
My thumb runs over her ring finger deliberately, my eyes take note of its size. I wonder if the sapphire and diamond ring my Mama was given before her Debutante Ball would fit. She’s always said that the first one of us boys that wants to get engaged has the privilege of using the custom Cartier for their bride.
“Well, good Sir, I uh…I don’t want to say goodbye just yet,” she admits.
Chuckling softly, my hold on her hand turns possessive. Cursing the table that separates us, I lean in as close to her as I’m physically allowed. I will be stripping that word from her vocabulary when it comes to me.
“You’ll never have to, I can promise you that.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Dolly
I haven’t been sure about a lot of things in my life, but right this second, I know two things for certain. One, I haven’t been this full of food since last Thanksgiving and two, Sutton Douglas could charm the panties off a nun.
Men like him usually give me the ick, but there’s something about him that’s drawing me in. Admittedly, I haven’t had the best luck with men, but it seems like hegenuinelylikes me. I’ve never had a man hang on to my every word like this, and I’ve never had one ask me such thoughtful questions. I don’t think he would be going through all this trouble if he wasn’t going to see me again. Especially now, when he has a snowball’s chance in hell of seeing my brand-new lace panties.
I’m really disappointed that I can’t bring him back to my apartment tonight. I was fully prepared, and eager, to break my“no sex on the first date”rule just for him. But maybe this is a goodthing? It will give me a chance to cool down and think. Which I need to do, because right this second, I’m invested.Veryinvested.
I’m probably a moron, but I need to see where this goes. At worst, my heart gets broken yet again but at best? Maybe I’ve just met my future husband and father of my children? Sutton would be the most loving, protective girl dad. I already have images in my head of three little girls running up to greet him after a long day at work.
Oh my God, did I really just think that? We’ve only just met in person and I’m already planning our future? Ugh, I’m insane. I hate that I always fall too quickly. Why can’t I be a man-eating bitch like my sister?
Swallowing down my second bite of strawberry shortcake, I made a show of slapping my open hand against my stomach. Shaking my head, I let out an exaggerated sigh. Sutton is right, it is delicious, but I am sufficiently stuffed.
“Ok I think I’m done, Sir. I can’t take another bite.”