I check my watch. “I thought you had dinner reservations.” I smirk. He grunts a response, his eyes fixed on my chest. Boys! “Theo!” I snap my fingers in front of his face.
His eyes meet mine, a mischievous glint in his deep blue irises. “I do, but you can’t wear that.”
I put my hand on my hip and tilt my head to the side, daring him to repeat himself. “I can, and I will. Do you know what I paid for this dress?”
He groans. “I’ll pay you for it, trust me, it’s well worth it. Just not when I have to sit opposite you in public, and attempt to hide the monster boner I already have.” He cocks an eyebrow at me.
I smile. “Tough shit. Deal with it.” I scoop up my clutch bag and manoeuvre around him to exit the bathroom.
He groans. “Lilly!” He follows me into the bedroom.
I turn to face him. “You are a grown man, Theo, not a sixteen year old boy.”
“I might as fucking well be around you.” He grumbles.
I laugh, and step up to place a slow, but teasing kiss on his lips. His hands sneak around my waist and grip my arse. I’m all for animal instinct, but I’m thinking that there may be something to be said for delayed gratification. Theo is all animal. That man has no control. I wrap my fingers around his wrists, pulling his hands away, as my tongue swipes quickly across his bottom lip.
I turn on my heal. “We’ll be late for dinner.” I say, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes are fixed on my arse, and he’s biting down on his clenched fist, a look of absolute desperation on his face. Power has to be exercised in order for it to remain. Think of this as me exercising my power, reminding him of where he stands. No matter how good looking he is, no matter how much money he has, and no matter how many times he makes me scream his name, I. Own. Him.
“Thank you.” I say to the waiter as he expertly fills my wine glass. He nods his head and scurries away. I take a sip of my wine, glancing out over the city. The view from The Shard is amazing. I’ve been up here before of course, but never at night time. It’s a great place to meet clients. It has the wow factor, and when someone might pay you tens if not hundreds of thousands of pounds, you need to make sure they are wowed.
At night time, London looks so beautiful, like thousands of stars scattered across the darkness. I turn away from the view to find Theo’s heated eyes studying me, still sulking. Luckily he’s seated opposite me, otherwise I have no doubt where his hands would be right now.
I can feel the eyes watching us, the whispers of Theo’s name. I might even catch the flash of a camera out of the corner of my eye. Theo takes my hand across the table. “Just focus on me, sugar. We’re just two people having dinner.” He flashes me his most charming smile. “I’m an excellent dinner companion.”
“You don’t do dates, so that’s bollocks.” I cock an eyebrow at him.
He laughs. “True.” He puts his palms flat on the table, leaning in toward me slightly. “But, am I not the best looking dinner companion you’ve ever had?” He smirks.
I shrug. “Personally I think Molly is prettier, but…”
“But, you wouldn’t fuck Molly, so…” His lips quirk.
“We were talking dinner, not fucking. You assume way too much.” I sip my wine, which is some seriously good shit.
The waiter interrupts to bring us our starters. I don’t really know what I ordered, only that it’s chicken. I stab a chunk of meat with my fork and place it in my mouth. It’s so good, sweet and spicy.
I have to say this isn’t exactly like the all you can eat Chinese that George likes to visit. The food is amazing, although, coming from a girl who lives on coffee, vodka and Haribo, that’s probably not much of a compliment.
“I want to take you away.” Theo says.
I take another sip of my wine. “Where do you want to take me?” I ask slowly.
He shrugs. “Where do you want to go?” He counters.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Somewhere hot, with pretty beaches.” I joke.
“I have a house in Cape Verde.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I remember you telling me. You said you would take me there, and I told you it was unlikely.”
“If I remember rightly, we were sat in a supply cupboard, and you were trying to have inappropriate sex with me at the time.” He says with a cocky lilt to his lips.
I snort. “Hardly.”
“Anyway, I want to take you there. You’ll like it.”
“I have no more time off to take at work…” He starts to interrupt. “And you are not pretending to need me on some business bullshit.” I roll my eyes. The only time I have remaining this year is the week I have booked off next month. The week that Molly and I are going away for our holiday. I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel bad that I’m going with her and not him. She’s my best friend for fucks sake. Ho’s before bro’s or whatever it is.