“Everything is delicious but they are not all fattening; stop exaggerating,” he said. “Answer me.”
I dropped the menu and frowned. “No, it’s not a crime. Happy now?” He stayed silent, watchful and mysterious. I wished I could read his mind and his moods, but the only time I knew what went through his stubborn brain was when he was turned on. In those heated moments, when he teased and challenged me and pushed me into a more intimate territory, he dropped his armor. Only then could I see into his soul.
And what I observed made me nervous as hell. He wasn’t an easy man. Zane was hard, inside and out. He played hard, worked hard, and he expected everyone to do the same. I was very much afraid that he wanted things from me which I didn’t know how to give. Those X-rated things he’d whispered to me on the plane had sent me straight to a cold shower. Well, a cold shower after I had answered several phone calls from my family asking if we had landed safely. Not just my brothers either, but Jada, Milan, Winter and even Brandon; they called to make sure we hadn’t crashed. I loved my family and my friends, but there were times I was tempted to move to Antarctica so I could escape their overprotective ways.
I glanced over at Zane and I felt a touch flustered. I had three days of trying to deny Zane and the needs he brought out in me. I didn’t think I could do it. Since having a taste of him, I only wanted more. Geez, I’d be lucky to last one night before I went begging for him to fuck me.
When our waitress came and started her spiel about the house specials, I glanced across the table. The wicked look he shot my way told me two things really quick. He knew exactly what I’d been thinking, and I’d be lucky if I could still walk by the time he finished with me. Excitement had my heart beating faster. Fear had me pretending an unusual interest in the menu.
***
ZANE
I gritted my teeth in frustration. We had long since finished our meals, Mia finally opting to eat the special grilled fish of the day with a salad, while I devoured a succulent scotch fillet steak. When the waitress brought out the dessert cart, I nearly came in my pants as I watched her eyes light up. Mia stared at the selection of desserts and licked her lips. Damn, I wanted to drag her out of her chair, slam her down on the table and have her pussy for dessert. But her refusal to pick anything from the cart was causing me to lose my patience real fast.
“Order something,” I ordered.
She played with her water glass and pretended not to eye off the cart. “No, I can’t. It’s all just too fattening.”
She looked fucking amazing yet she was worried about getting fat. “Mia, we are away; you can indulge yourself this one time. You are not going to put on any weight with one slice of cake.”
“If I have dessert, I will have to go to the gym twice every day for the next week to work it off. I’ve told you before I am not naturally slim; I need to work at it.”
“Just order the damned cheesecake you’re eyeing off.”
Her lips thinned in anger. “I do not like being told what to do. I don’t need it, and I don’t want it. So drop it.”
I looked at the waitress and growled, “We’ll take a slice of cheesecake and two slices of chocolate cake. Charge that to my room, thanks.”
“Yes, sir,” the waitress squeaked before rushing off.
I watched as Mia’s nostrils flared with anger. “You did not just order me a slice of cheesecake.”
“Why do you deny yourself? You wanted it; hell, you were damned near drooling over it. As for extra exercise and working it off, I can help you out there, no problem.”
Ignoring my comment about exercise, she responded with, “I decide what I want and don’t want, not you, and I don't want the cake.”
I was forced into silence when the waitress returned and placed the decadent treats on the table then left. My gaze zeroed in on Mia.
Licking her lips, she stared at the cakes but still didn’t pick up her fork. Having enough of her stubbornness, I leaned across the table and whispered, “Angel, we can eat the cake here with forks and napkins like civilised adults, or we can lick it off each other back in my room. Your choice.”
Mia didn’t speak; she merely sat there, as if warring with herself. Was she imagining what I wanted her to visualise? I desperately wanted an answer to that question. She shocked me when she picked up the fork and chose to take a chunk out of the chocolate cake instead of the cheesecake. Her eyes trained on me as she brought it to her mouth. The fork disappeared between her plump, ruby lips. She closed her eyes and moaned deep in her throat. When she went back for a second bite, I spread my legs and sat back, content to watch her seduce me with dessert. By the time she’d devoured the entire slice, my cock was hammer hard and ready to be buried deep inside her pussy. Tight and hot, right where I belonged for the next century.