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He motioned for Grace to have a seat. Instead of taking the seat opposite, he slid in beside her.
Grace scooted closer to the wall, making room for him. One they were both settled and the hostess had left them alone, he rested his hand on her knee as he picked up his menu. He was very glad she’d chosen to wear a skirt tonight.
She sucked in a breath.
“Problem?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Hopefully you know what you want because I could eat a horse.”
Careful not to move her lower half, Grace picked up her menu.
When their server stopped by their table, he ordered their drinks and an appetizer, giving Grace a few more minutes to decide what she wanted. He was being good, keeping his hand still while she looked.
Their server returned with their drinks and a basket of bread. She jotted down their orders and told them she’d return shortly with their appetizer.
Once they were alone again, he decided it was time to have some fun. He pushed the hem of her skirt up a little and began tracing small circles on the inside of her leg a few inches above her knee. Grace tensed.
He turned and whispered in her ear. “Relax. No one is going to know I’m doing anything unless you act as if something’s wrong.”
He saw her swallow.
“If I’m doing something you don’t want me to do, all you have to do is say the word.” Grace knew exactly what word he was talking about.
She remained silent.
He picked up a piece of bread and handed it to her. “Did you eat lunch today?”
“Yes.” She was trying hard to keep still. “A sandwich and some soup.”
Alexander was glad to hear Beth was still taking care of her. “Good. I expect you to eat three full meals a day, no exceptions.”
When she didn’t answer, he gave her leg a light pinch. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to make sure you take care of yourself, gattina.” He inched his fingers a little higher. “That’s part of my job.”
Grace nodded.
He removed his hand and reached for a piece of bread for himself, leaving her on edge. That was good.
Their appetizer came, a fondue. The interactive nature of the food lightened the mood a bit and he was pleased to see her release some of her tension. He dipped some of the bread into the melted cheese and held it to her lips.
She opened her mouth and he watched as her lips sucked the food inside. It was almost as bad as watching her give that fake cock a blow job the night before. He wanted to feel those lips around him, sucking him into oblivion.
Shaking the thought from his mind, he skewered another piece of bread and dipped it into the cheese. Pushing Grace was one thing, but jumping into bed with her was another. He wanted her to feel completely comfortable with him and what they were doing before he went there. This wasn’t just about him getting laid or getting her off. At least not for him. He didn’t want her to regret anything they did together. Ever.
Their meal came and he steered things to safer topics, all the while continuing to touch and caress her beneath the table. He asked about her mom and how things were going with her upcoming retirement. By the time they finished their meal, it almost felt like it had before he’d seen her at the club. She’d giggled at his jokes and even snorted when he’d suggested maybe her mom could take up juggling as a hobby.
Grace was smiling as he drove her home. A real, genuine smile. Throughout dinner she’d gotten more and more used to his touch. His heart felt lighter and heavier all at the same time.
She hugged her jacket against her as they stepped onto her front porch. Fall had definitely arrived in St. Louis. “Do you want to come in?”
Want had nothing to do with it.
He walked forward, backing her up against the door. Grace looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the evening light.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he whispered, his lips hovering an inch above hers.
