Beg Me (Power Play Series) by Misha Elliott Read Free Book Online

and puts them in his mouth. I inhale deeply, trying to regain my composure; he is staring so intently at me that I wonder if he is fighting to control himself.        
     “We better go.”  Daemon finally says and heads to the restaurant.  He keeps my hand on his thigh, and doesn’t look at me again until we get to our destination.
    Thank God it was a quick ride to the local restaurant, the unspoken desire and silence was torment.   I step out of the car and Daemon takes my hand to lead me inside.  We walk up the steps to a rooftop with a 360 degree view of the city. 
    The setting sun has painted the sky with a mixture of red and orange. It’s breathtaking. 
    “ I have seen many sunsets before but the memory of them pale in comparison to this one.”  I say staring out in the distance.
    I am still smiling when I bring my gaze back around and catch Daemon watching me.
    “ Do you know what you would like?” he asks.
      Even though I know he is referring to the menu, my mind wanders.  I think of his lips, kissing them and having them all over me.
    Oh my God, sitting across from me is a man whose face looks like it was chiseled after a Greek god.  I feel myself start to blush so I pick the menu up and hide behind it; I take a moment to make my selections and to break whatever pull this man has on me.
    I motion to two items on the menu and I can tell from his smile that he is impressed that I knew what I wanted.  Damn it, there he goes smiling again and making my heart race. 
    When the waitress comes , Daemon speaks our order to her in perfect Greek.  Just hearing his voice makes me wet, and for the first time I wish I wore panties.
     
    I pick at the bread in the middle of the table and decide to make small talk. “So you live here?”
    “On the roof? ” he chuckles “No, my home is in Athens.” I smile to myself, it relaxes me a little to know that he has a sense of humor.
    “If you grew up here how is it that you speak English so well?” I stop picking at my bread to make eye contact as he responds. “When I was a seven, my parents sent me to the states to study. I was there until I graduated. “I think back to my experiences going from one foster family to the next.
    “That must have been so hard for you to leave your family at such a yo ung age and be with strangers.”
    “It was, but I knew I had a duty to my family and I didn’t want to let my father down. During my time there, I learned to write and speak English along with three other languages, Italian, French, and Spanish.”
    “ That’s an interesting choice of languages. Why did you pick those?” I ask picking off a piece of bread.
    “It was always the plan for me to use my education in the family business.”  He says leaning in his chair. “My father, his father and his father’s father were all boat builders.”  
    We spent the rest of the meal talking about his family and the business that they run.  He also confided in me about his dreams and what he would like to do with his future.  He felt such a need to honor his family and continue doing the business the same as his father before him.  Each time the subject was turned on me, I just smiled and told Daemon there wasn’t much to tell and I was happy listening to his stories.
    When the waiter has taken our empty plates from the table, and we are ready to leave, Daemon takes my hand and walks closely with me back down the staircase. 
    “Tha t was the most wonderful dinner. Thank you for suggesting it.” I say looking up at him. Daemon smiles down at me and remains quiet.
    At the bottom of the stairs and back on the street, I hear music playing and turn my head to see what direction it’s coming from. There are many lights and sounds blaring from the building on the corner. Daemon motions his head in the direction of the building and I nod in reply. 
    The entrance of the club is nothing special; it looks like any other that I have been to.  We make