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I blew her a kiss and left her townhouse, heading back to my apartment to get ready for my first dinner with Atlas.
CHAPTER 13
Chyler
Noisette was a beautiful restaurant and the perfect choice for a summer dinner date. Alexis made the right call with her suggestion, and I was thankful for it. I wasn’t one for romance, but if I was, this was a very romantic place.
Atlas was waiting for me just outside the garden gate entrance to the patio. Standing under the beautiful floral archway, he looked like a groom waiting for his bride at the altar. The white peonies scattered throughout the arch were a striking contrast to his all-black outfit. He kept his black slacks and leather belt on from this morning but must have gone back to switch his shirt after work because now he was wearing a black cotton button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his signature look, which left me burning with desire for him.
After I got home, I searched through my closet, making it an even bigger mess than it already was. I found a black cold-shoulder cocktail dress that I had put away years ago. The dress was tight-fitting, hugged every curve of my body, and ended mid-thigh. It had a low-cut back with three gold chains draping down at different lengths and securing to the shoulders. I left my hair down and styled it in beach waves, the only style I knew how to do.
For my makeup, I chose a dark smokey eye and a nude lip. I'm not a big fan of makeup, so I had to work with what I had on hand. To complete my look, I carried a black leather clutch purse with a gold clasp and a gold chain to match the ones that draped down my back. I also wore matte black heels.
Atlas extended his hand out to me as I approached him—the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face as if he had just won the lottery. I took his hand, and he wrapped his arm around my back, placing his hand on my waist as we were escorted to our table on the patio.
It was a beautiful summer night. There was a subtle breeze and not a single cloud in the evening sky. The starlit sky was mesmerizing, but with the city's light pollution, you could barely see more than one star.
The patio twinkled with a blanket of fairy lights draped above the entire seating area, mimicking the look of stars in the night sky. A fireplace burned in the far corner, and in the opposite corner, a man played slow romantic music on an accordion.
We were seated in a booth, which was nice because we were able to sit closer to each other instead of across like at the other tables. Atlas ordered us a bottle of Jacques Selosse Substance Champagne before dismissing the waiter from our table. He stretched an arm out on the back of the booth behind my shoulders and rested the other hand on my thigh, angling me towards him.
“I’d compliment you on how incredible you look tonight, but words don’t even come close to describing you right now.” He said in that silky smooth tone of his, the one that dripped from his lips like sweet honey.
“I could say the same thing about you too.” I clicked my tongue, my gaze trailing him up and down. Atlas always left me breathless and in more ways than one. He took his hand off my thigh and played with a loose tendril of hair that hung just in front of my face, twirling it around his finger.
“Want to tell me what’s bothering you?” Dropping the strand of hair, he ran his knuckle lightly over my cheek before gripping my chin between his fingers and tilting my face to his so he could look into my eyes.
“Nothing, I just… I’ve never been on a real date before.” Awkward didn’t even begin to explain how I felt right now. Opening up to him was proving to be a struggle on its own.
“You can’t tell me no one has ever asked you out to dinner before.” He gave me an incredulous look.
“No, they have. I just always reject the requests. I’ve never been interested in dating.” I gave him a shrug and pulled out of his grasp, flipping my hair over my shoulder and reaching for my glass of champagne.
“What’s changed?” He asked, and I paused as his words hit me like a slap to the face.
What has changed? Everything. Me. Him.
“You,” I said.
“Me?” He chuckled, reaching for his own glass and bringing it to his lips.
“I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t need a relationship. I’m more than happy on my own, doing my own thing.” I tilted my head and took another sip from my glass. As if my independence wasn’t obvious at this point.
“Oh, I’m well aware of that. So what about me has changed your willingness to go out on a date?” He set his glass down and ran his finger along the rim.
“I wish I could tell you,” I mumbled into my glass, finishing the last of the champagne.
He leaned into me, his nose brushing the side of my face as he murmured in my ear, “I’ll just assume it’s the way I know how to make you scream when I’m inside you.”
Sucking in a breath, I pressed my thighs tighter together, and a shiver trailed down my spine. His words set me on fire. I could feel myself turning flush from his words. To everyone else in the restaurant, I was just a pretty woman sitting in a booth in a fancy French restaurant, but on the inside, I was burning alive in desire for this man.
Two could play this game.
“Keep talking like that, and there will be no dinner, just dessert. My favorite course.” I whispered, dragging my hand slowly up his thigh.
He held the menu up to block us off from the rest of the restaurant guests as if we were browsing it together; he then tugged on my ear with his teeth, “I’m more than happy to skip the overpriced food and take my delicious dessert to go.” Yes, please.
Biting my lip, I moved my hand higher up and began kneading his hard length through his pants with the heel of my palm. Let's see how he likes to be played with; I wanted to taste him again. The salty tang of his pre-cum flooded my mind.
