Rm w/a Vu(75)

“You pick,” he tells me.

I shake my head. “No way. I got to pick our movie last week. It’s your turn.”

With a chuckle, he turns a corner. “Well, I guess we’ll have to check movie listings when we get home. How about dinner? What are you in the mood for?”

I contemplate this before humming. “I’m not sure. I’d be okay with theater popcorn, actually.”

“Not a chance,” he disagrees with a smirk.

“Why not? It costs just as much as any meal at a restaurant.” He knows I’m right—I can see it in the way he presses his lips together and narrows his eyes, but I get the impression he’s still not going to allow us eat popcorn for dinner…especially on our first date.

“That’s beside the point,” he retorts lightly. “What kind of guy buys a girl popcorn for dinner on their first date?”

“Uh, an awesome one.”

“Why don’t we go to Different Pointe of View? I hear it’s amazing,” he suggests, turning to look at me.

“Don’t you need reservations?” I’m stunned by his choice of restaurant, and don’t know what else to say.

He only shrugs. “Probably, but the owner is actually a friend of my mother’s. I’ll give him a call and see what he can do.”

When we arrive home, I head up to my room to put my things away, and Greyston goes into the study to power up his computer to check the movie listings. He’s just pulled up the theater’s site when I enter the room.

“Find anything?” I ask, crossing the room and leaning on the desk next to him as he navigates his way to the listings.

Without warning, Greyston grabs me around the waist and pulls me down until I’m sitting sideways on his lap. I squeal in delight and shock, and wrap my arms around his neck.

“That’s better,” he says, one of his hands resting just above the curve of my ass and the other on my upper thigh. It’s terribly distracting.

I shoot him a sly half-smirk and cock an eyebrow. “I’m sure it is. Now, what’s playing?”

Together, Greyston and I scan the movie listings, and I’m totally cool when he chooses the latest superhero movie that has just come out.

With the tickets for our movie bought and printing, Greyston calls the owner of the restaurant directly and asks if there’s anything he can do to get us in for dinner before our movie. He’s more than accommodating, even being sure to offer us the best seat in the house, when Greyston offers up a couple tickets to a football game.

“Our reservations are for six,” he tells me, setting my phone down on the desk.

“Sounds good. I’ll just go shower and get ready then.”

He smiles and kisses me lightly. “All right. I’ll see you shortly.”

Greyston and I part ways for the next little bit, and while I shower, he remains in the study and buries himself with work. Probably contracts or planning future trips or something.

By five o’clock, I haven’t heard anything from Greyston. I’m almost ready and about to go off in search of him when I hear him call my name.

“In here!” I reply from my closet.

“You almost ready?” he asks from the hall just outside my room.

I pop my head out of the closet, hands by my ears as I put in a pair of silver hoops. “I’m dressed. You can come in, you know.”

“I actually have to go and change, too,” he tells me, his eyes roaming my body appreciatively.

I smile, knowing that I made the right choice when I grabbed these jeans. They make my ass look phenomenal, and I paired them with a deep purple satin top. To dress my outfit up further, I added a long silver chain around my neck, and it falls between my boobs. Greyston’s eyes follow the chain, and he swallows thickly with appreciation.

“I just wanted to be sure you were almost ready.”

“Oh, okay,” I reply, letting my hands fall to my sides when I finish with my earrings. I run my fingers through my long brown hair, allowing it to flow over my shoulders and frame my face.

I see him still standing there, staring at me like he wants to devour me, and my brain starts coming up with excuses to stay in for the night. It’s trying to sabotage me, plain and simple.

I cut it off at the pass, and head back into my closet. “I just have to grab a pair of shoes, and I’ll meet you downstairs?”

“Perfect,” he replies, his voice sounding a little thick. “Give me ten minutes.”

I smirk from inside my closet, perusing the shoes and boots I own for the right pair, and wonder what exactly he might do in those ten minutes based on how he was just ogling my chest. “Take all the time you need.”