spreading across my face. But I fail miserably. “That’s what I thought.”
I wave a hand.
“I can think about whatever I want. It’s a totally different thing for you to go putting your hand up my dress in the middle of a crowded restaurant.”
His brow rises, again.
“Is that a challenge?”
My heart beats even harder at the thought of it.
“That’s not what I’m saying at all…”
The cocky smirk on his face tugs a little wider. He leans in closer to me, his voice lowering to a whisper meant only for me.
“If the next card tells you to get on your knees and suck me off right here, how fast will you do it?”
If I thought I had been blushing a lot earlier, it has nothing on the heat rushing through my cheeks and the tips of my ears right now.
“It better not say that…” I manage.
It better not say that, mostly because I know that I’ll do it. Not because I have to, but because I want to so badly right now.
A victorious smile spreads across Isaac’s face as he leans away. He’s still holding that smile when a waiter comes to get our drink order.
“You go first,” I say, still flustered from all of the thoughts going through my mind.
The waiter turns to Isaac. “Sir, what will you be having tonight?”
Isaac’s eyes never stray from me when he answers.
“Everything I want.”
Chapter 10
“So your parents don’t even care how successful you are?”
I shake my head with a disbelieving smile on my face. Isaac gives me a shrug as he takes another bite of his rare steak.
“My mum still thinks I must be selling drugs or something. She says no honest business man lives the way I do.”
I let out a little laugh.
“She sounds sweet.”
He looks up at me, his gray eyes beaming with a smile.
“She’s the most patient woman in the world. She’d have to be after raising the likes of me and my brothers.”
“I didn’t know you have brothers.”
Isaac makes a dismissive gesture with the end of his fork.
“We’re all spread out, doing our own thing. We’re close… in a distant sort of way.”
“Still, it must be pretty exciting to have siblings…”
My mouth quirks to the side as I consider the situation. Isaac chews on his food some more while his eyes narrow to study me. After he swallows, he tilts his head, fixing me with a look.
“Do you really want to talk about all this stuff?” he asks, making another gesture with his fork.
“I like getting to know about you.”
His lips spread into that cocky little grin as he leans in a little closer.
“There are other ways you can get to know about me.”
I give him a playful smile, even as heat tingles throughout my body. There’s a part hidden away inside of me that still hasn’t stopped thinking about the way it felt to have his fingers pressed between my legs. It’s that part of me that the look on his face and the tone of his voice awakens once again.
“I’m sure there’s more to you than what’s in your pants.” He holds that cocky little grin a beat longer. He leans back, wiping at his mouth with his napkin. He doesn’t say anything before he stands up. I frown. “Where are you going?”
He gives me a sideways look.
“The loo.” He studies me for a beat longer. “Did you want to join?”
I shake my head, embarrassed heat blushing to my cheeks.
“No, I’m sure your patient mother taught you how to do that on your own.”
He gives me another fierce grin before disappearing off to the washrooms. I watch him as he walks away, taking the opportunity to admire the way his expensive slacks hug his finely sculpted ass. Another wave of heat goes through me as I imagine getting my hands on him again.
I shake my head.
What has come over me? There’s something about Isaac that brings out the sex vixen inside of me. Why is it so impossible to think about anything else when he’s around? I need to get control of myself.
Isaac isn’t gone for more than a minute when the waiter appears at the side of