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private room if it's not occupied. ”
“ No, it's not. Your driver called ahead and indicated that you might be dining here. ” The host smiled.
“ Luigi never fails me. ” Rock grinned and steered me inside.
“ I get the impression you usually get what you want, ” I whispered as we passed tables and murmurs rippled through them.
“ Usually? Always. ” He brushed my hair with his lips, sending tremors through me.
“ Here we are, sir. Your waiter will be with you shortly. ” He seated us in a room full of crystal and a few white - clothed tables. Mirrors were on every surface of wall and ceiling, which made for a dizzying effect.
Then he closed the double door behind us.
“ Wow. This is really something. I'm surprised you're not regaling me with your mastery of Italian. ” I leaned on the table, closer to him.
“ I'll tell you a secret. ” He winked, and I admired his glossy dark hair under the chandeliers.
“ Yeah? ”
“ I suck at foreign languages. Always have. ” He shrugged.
I giggled. “ It's good to know you have one area of weakness. ”
He pursed his lips. “ Many, actually. I trust people too easily, and my past gives me trouble even now. ”
“ Oh. ” I looked down at my place setting. I'd put my foot in my mouth.
“ Don't feel bad about it. Growing up in an abusive home helped me develop a killer instinct. ” His eyes lit up.
“ Yeah, but what else did it do? ” I put a hand on his arm, and he flinched.
“ Sorry. ”
“ It's fine. I brought it up. I just don't like talking about it. ”
At that moment, a handsome, thin waiter appeared and relieved the tension. Rock remained a mystery to me — a sexy man who wanted me but who had more secrets than I'd be able to tease out in one dinner.
Rock ordered a red and white wine and more water. “ Anything else you'd like to drink? ” h e asked me, studying me over the menu.
“ A Diet Coke maybe. ”
He smiled, and the waiter nodded. He placed a basket of steaming bread and a bowl of olive oil before us.
“ Enjoy. I'll be back to take your order. ”
“ The bread is excellent here. ” Rock took a piece and dipped it in olive oil, looking into my eyes. Something about the action was erotic, and my body tingled.
“ What do you recommend? ” I studied the menu. It was in Italian and English, luckily.
“ The trout scallopini and canolis. Definitely. Or anything else on the menu. Everything is excellent here. ”
“ Sounds yummy. ” I smiled at him, realizing how much I was enjoying his company.
“ Not as yummy as you. ” He dipped his finger in the olive oil.
What is he doing? Bad manners for a billionaire CEO.
He brought his finger to my lips, and I took it in, sucking. Warmth spread through me, and bread was the last thing on my mind.
“ The things I could do with a little olive oil. ” Rock smirked at me as I squirmed in my seat. He let his finger slide from my mouth. “ In a few minutes...after the waiter takes our order. ”
I nodded. No way he's planning to do me here where anyone could walk in and see us.
But the glint in his eye said otherwise.
When the waiter returned, I found myself distracted. All I could think about was Rock bending me over the table and having his way with me.
“ Take your time with the food, ” Rock said to the waiter, his tone brooking no argument.
I knew the command would be heeded as all Rock's orders were.
“ Hmm. You've done this before, I guess, ” I said in a shaky voice, chewing a piece of bread that seemed stuck in my throat.
“ Never. I've never been with a woman who made me want to. ” Rock's gaze smoldered with desire.
“ Oh. ” I put the bread down, all thoughts of eating gone.
“ I want you against the wall. ” His tone had grown terse as he took my hand and gently pulled me up. My legs threatened to buckle as he stood beside me.
“ But what if — ? ”
“ Don't worry about anything. I could buy Gino's if I wanted to. Any damage will be
“ No, it's not. Your driver called ahead and indicated that you might be dining here. ” The host smiled.
“ Luigi never fails me. ” Rock grinned and steered me inside.
“ I get the impression you usually get what you want, ” I whispered as we passed tables and murmurs rippled through them.
“ Usually? Always. ” He brushed my hair with his lips, sending tremors through me.
“ Here we are, sir. Your waiter will be with you shortly. ” He seated us in a room full of crystal and a few white - clothed tables. Mirrors were on every surface of wall and ceiling, which made for a dizzying effect.
Then he closed the double door behind us.
“ Wow. This is really something. I'm surprised you're not regaling me with your mastery of Italian. ” I leaned on the table, closer to him.
“ I'll tell you a secret. ” He winked, and I admired his glossy dark hair under the chandeliers.
“ Yeah? ”
“ I suck at foreign languages. Always have. ” He shrugged.
I giggled. “ It's good to know you have one area of weakness. ”
He pursed his lips. “ Many, actually. I trust people too easily, and my past gives me trouble even now. ”
“ Oh. ” I looked down at my place setting. I'd put my foot in my mouth.
“ Don't feel bad about it. Growing up in an abusive home helped me develop a killer instinct. ” His eyes lit up.
“ Yeah, but what else did it do? ” I put a hand on his arm, and he flinched.
“ Sorry. ”
“ It's fine. I brought it up. I just don't like talking about it. ”
At that moment, a handsome, thin waiter appeared and relieved the tension. Rock remained a mystery to me — a sexy man who wanted me but who had more secrets than I'd be able to tease out in one dinner.
Rock ordered a red and white wine and more water. “ Anything else you'd like to drink? ” h e asked me, studying me over the menu.
“ A Diet Coke maybe. ”
He smiled, and the waiter nodded. He placed a basket of steaming bread and a bowl of olive oil before us.
“ Enjoy. I'll be back to take your order. ”
“ The bread is excellent here. ” Rock took a piece and dipped it in olive oil, looking into my eyes. Something about the action was erotic, and my body tingled.
“ What do you recommend? ” I studied the menu. It was in Italian and English, luckily.
“ The trout scallopini and canolis. Definitely. Or anything else on the menu. Everything is excellent here. ”
“ Sounds yummy. ” I smiled at him, realizing how much I was enjoying his company.
“ Not as yummy as you. ” He dipped his finger in the olive oil.
What is he doing? Bad manners for a billionaire CEO.
He brought his finger to my lips, and I took it in, sucking. Warmth spread through me, and bread was the last thing on my mind.
“ The things I could do with a little olive oil. ” Rock smirked at me as I squirmed in my seat. He let his finger slide from my mouth. “ In a few minutes...after the waiter takes our order. ”
I nodded. No way he's planning to do me here where anyone could walk in and see us.
But the glint in his eye said otherwise.
When the waiter returned, I found myself distracted. All I could think about was Rock bending me over the table and having his way with me.
“ Take your time with the food, ” Rock said to the waiter, his tone brooking no argument.
I knew the command would be heeded as all Rock's orders were.
“ Hmm. You've done this before, I guess, ” I said in a shaky voice, chewing a piece of bread that seemed stuck in my throat.
“ Never. I've never been with a woman who made me want to. ” Rock's gaze smoldered with desire.
“ Oh. ” I put the bread down, all thoughts of eating gone.
“ I want you against the wall. ” His tone had grown terse as he took my hand and gently pulled me up. My legs threatened to buckle as he stood beside me.
“ But what if — ? ”
“ Don't worry about anything. I could buy Gino's if I wanted to. Any damage will be
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