When we were done, I called for room service to bring some dinner. With our bellies stuffed, I left to get ready, and Kyle plopped down in front of the TV to watch some disgusting show about zombies.
I felt much better about leaving Kyle alone this time. There were plenty of locks on the hotel door, and I had a phone he could call if he needed something.
I dug through my suitcase for my nicest outfit, a light teal peasant top and a beige skirt that touched my ankles. I slipped on my sandals, ran a brush through my hair, and barely made it out front by seven.
A black car pulled up in front, and Sebastian climbed out of the back. His steps faltered as he looked me up and down. Then he surprised me with a grin and held his hand out to me.
Confused, I did the only thing that made sense, and placed my hand in his. Feeling a thumb close over the back of my fingers, he lifted them to his mouth.
His lips weren’t soft or rough, there wasn’t a word that described the way they felt or what they did to my insides.
“You look… sweet,” he said with a dimpled grin.
It wasn’t quite the compliment I was hoping for, but he was probably used to sexy vixens, with their short skirts and ample cleavage. Then again, maybe it wasn’t a compliment at all. Maybe he was being an asshole.
“Well this was fun,” I snapped and turned around.
His hand was firm as it circled my elbow and he pulled me around and toward the car.
“Untwist your virginal panties and let’s go.” He stopped in front of the car and opened the door, waiting for me to get in.
My gaze shifted between him and the open door and then I crossed my arms. “You act like you’re doing me a favor.”
“I am. Now get in the car. We have reservations.”
“And if I refuse?”
“If you were going to refuse you would have done it already. You’re curious, and you’re going to get into the car.”
As much as I wanted to prove him wrong, he was completely right. I was every one of those things, but I was starting to realize I wasn’t the only one. Without a word, I got into the car and slid all the way over.
He followed me in, shutting the door. We were incased in darkness.
I didn’t ask where we were going. Neither of us spoke, but as the city lights flowed across his face, I couldn’t help but notice how nice he looked in his dark suit and tie. His hand rested on the door and my eyes went straight to his slender fingers. He really was magnificent.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a hushed whispered.
A heated blush rushed up my neck. I hadn’t realized he was watching me, too. My God. He was so cocky, and while it should have been a turn off, it was the total opposite.
“Actually, I do. I’ve always thought New York was beautiful at night.” I turned my head to look out my window and enjoyed his smirk.
“Don’t let the pretty lights fool you. The most dangerous things in the world are beautiful.”
When I looked back at him, he was staring out the window and looking completely lost in his own little world. I wanted to reach out to him, but he didn’t seem like the type who’d want to be comforted.
The car slowed as we reached our destination and I was anxiously looking through the dark windows in anticipation. Seconds later, the door opened and Sebastian was getting out. He held his hand out for me and I took it upon my exit.
“Get ready,” he said, before two older men opened the doors for us to the restaurant.
“Ready for what?”
He didn’t answer as he ushered me through the set of double doors, keeping one hand on the small of my back.
“Right this way, Mr. Black,” the host said. He grabbed two menus and started toward the back of the room.
I’d never been inside such a place. Crystal chandeliers hung above my head and mirrors were strategically placed around the room to reflect the candlelight, making the room look even larger than it already was.
Sebastian walked smoothly through the dining room, captivating his audience and demanding their attention. I watched in bewilderment as everyone stopped to gawk at him. He pulled my arm through his and that’s when I realized they were also watching me, the girl on his arm.
“I hope you’re hungry.” He pulled me closer. “Because I’m starving.”
His words brushed across the side of my neck and sent a wave of chills down my arms.
Everyone was staring at me. I self-consciously looked down at my outfit and knew right away I hadn’t dressed nice enough. I looked like an uptight school teacher going on a field trip, while ladies around me were dressed in satin, lace, and diamonds.