I reached across the table and touched the bottom of her chin, closing her mouth. “Never flown in a private jet before?”

“Not once.”

“Well, tomorrow you can take that off your bucket list.”

“It wasn’t ever on my bucket list.”

“Oh? What is, then?”

She pinked up.

Interesting. She definitely had a bucket list, then.

“Come on, baby. Spill it.”

She closed her eyes and then opened them. “It’s silly, really.”

“Nah. Bucket lists aren’t silly.”

Her cheeks were fiery now. This was going to be good.

“Well…I’ve always wanted to go to a nudist place.”

This time my jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Yeah. Too weird for you?”

“Not at all. The idea is intriguing. I just wouldn’t have guessed that for you.”

“That’s because you don’t know me yet, just like I don’t know you.”

Oh, she was good. She found every tiny way to try to get information out of me. I wasn’t falling for it.

“I can probably arrange that nudist thing,” I said. Yeah, I’d be on that first thing in the morning.

If possible, she reddened even further. Fuck. She’d never been so enticing. My cock hardened right there at the table. I squirmed, adjusting myself.

When the waiter came to take our dinner orders, I said, “Wrap it up. We’re getting out of here.”

“What?” Lacey said.

“Sorry, baby,” I said, after the server left, “but I’m hard as a rock right now. I need to get you home. I’m going to eat you for dinner tonight.”

38

Lacey

He’d promised me a dinner. Told me he’d show me how a man was supposed to treat a date.

Instead, we ended up in his suite, our dinner in Styrofoam takeout containers. Rock called room service and had them bring up china, silverware, and a table complete with linens. He even had the server put our food out. Then he signed what I assumed was a huge tip and escorted him out the door.

Just as well we’d left the restaurant. I was still in my work clothes and I felt stiff and ridiculous.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Rock. I missed his long hair, but now he looked like a male model walking the runway at an Armani fashion show. So unassumingly gorgeous. The man acted like he was nothing special, nothing spectacular.

But he was.

He’d already removed his suitcoat when we arrived, and now he loosened his tie and removed it, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Get comfortable, Lace.”