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“Chase?” I smirked.

He raised his arm and gestured for a waiter to come over.

A tall man with blond curls rushed our way. “Monsieur?”

Leaning over to the waiter, Chase whispered something in the man’s ear, dove his hand in his own jacket, and pulled out a thick clip of money. Chase must have handed him at least five hundred dollars.

A red tint spread across the waiter’s face, but he took the stash anyway. “This way, sir.”

“Come on.” Chase clamped his hand on mine and towed me in the waiter’s direction.

It was hard to keep up with his pace. I cursed myself for wearing the god awful six-inch heels I had on.

Sure they look sexy, but who in their right mind could wear these torturous things all the time?

“Chase, where are we going?”

He glanced over his shoulder at me. His eyes strayed down to my coat.

“Are you going to answer me?” I asked. “Or just stare?”

He grunted and turned back around.

O-Kay.

We arrived in a dark hallway with velvet maroon walls and black carpet. The waiter opened the women’s bathroom and motioned for two ladies to leave immediately. With shocked expressions, they scurried away.

I peered inside. It was a posh and luxurious powder room done in shades of cream. White velvet chairs were in front of a long vanity that extended over half the room. The wall behind the counter was also all mirrors. White carpet covered the floor. Paintings of nude women draped in colorful fabric decorated the walls.

A door was in the corner.

I figured it led to the stalls and sinks.

“Here you go, monsieur.” The waiter positioned himself by the door. “I’ll remain outside until you are . . . done.”

Oh God.

I walked past him and tried not to show the waiter how embarrassed I was.

“You’ve lost your mind,” I said in a low voice.

“Who could blame me when you have nothing but sexy lingerie on for dinner?” Chase tugged me further inside.

The waiter closed the door.

A click sounded as Chase locked it. “You’re lucky I didn’t know that was what you had on in the limo. Now you’ll pay for that.”

I giggled. “Will I now?”

“I’m going to take you right here in this restaurant and I won’t hold back. I won’t stop until you’re moaning so loud the chefs in the kitchen have hard-ons.”

“I doubt that’s possible.” I leaned my weight on one foot.

“Take off the coat.” Chase undid his shirt. His voice sounded hoarse.

I smiled. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll fuck you in that coat.” He took off his shirt. “I was prepared to stay with my challenge and not touch you. I wanted to show you how much of a gentleman I am.”

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