Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1 by A.M. Hess Read Free Book Online Page B

sofa, waiting.  Her hair was done in loose curls and she had applied a seductive smoky eye makeup with matching red lips.
    Taking time to pick just the right thing, h er attire was the perfect image of lust and desire. Anyone could see that was what she was after. But her husband wasn’t home to see it, nor had he called to let her know he would be late.  
    The jingle of keys at the lock announced his arrival. She turned to look over her shoulder as he came inside. He dropped his luggage at the door and began the process of apologizing, “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about dinner, we’re still going. I just need to change my shirt and tie and then we can leave. My flight got stalled on the run-way. This was as fast as I could make it home.”
    So why didn’t you text??????
    She turned to look at him with a frown on her face, she didn’t believe him, but was relieved that they were still going. “Okay, but hurry, we only have a short time to get there. We’ll have to fight the Friday night traffic down to the river front.”
    In a flash Dalton was back from the bed room smelling of fresh cologne . His shirt and tie had been changed and he was ready for an evening on the town. Before she knew it they were out the door and in the car.
    Finally taking the time to comment on her appearance, Dalton said, “You look beautiful tonight, baby.”
    “Thank you, I have been looking forward to tonight since you texted me yesterday. I can’t remember the last time we had a romantic dinner together or made love.” Her hand went to his thigh and traveled upward to his crotch. Her fingers lightly touched his member through the material. He tensed slightly and gave her a small smile before reach ing to turn on the radio. Rock music played throughout the car. He then touched her hand moving it back to his thigh.
    MJ let her hand settle high on his leg. She was confused by his diversion. It’s probably because he doesn’t want to have a hard-on when we go into the restaurant. She frowned at this thought. That doesn’t make sense though. I have given him plenty of hand-jobs and blowjobs in the car. I can take care of it before we go in. I hope he knows that. Maybe he just wants to hold out for later.
    She looked out the window and let out a soft sigh. They didn’t talk as the music continued to play . She didn’t know what to talk about. He apparently wasn’t interested in what she wanted to do and she wasn’t particularly in the mood to talk to him about his work either. Give it some time, he just got home and might need to relax for a while.
    Traffic was light and they made it to the restaurant in time for their 7:00 reservation. Just being there lifted MJ’s spirits. This was one their favorite places for fine dining and they had been coming here for a few years. After parking the car Dalton was gentleman enough to open her door and help her out of the car. She smiled at the thought of his gesture; it was almost like old times, when they first started dating.
    MJ waited for Dalton to close the door and began to feel better about the evening. They had a short walk to the entrance and he took her hand. She could still sense his tension and thought he seemed somewhat robotic in his actions. Hoping she misread him, MJ let the thought pass and readied herself for a nice evening at Jean-Robert’s Table.
    The host greeted them as they walked in. “Hello and welcome. Do you have a reservation?”  He was blatantly staring at her and she enjoyed the brief bit of attention. She did not try to block his view, but rather hoped that Dalton noticed the young man appreciating her . Do you see that? He thinks I’m worth a look. Maybe a little jealousy will do the trick…
    “Johnson,” said Dalton. He placed a hand around MJ ’s waist and pulled her to him. There was no affection in the action, he was being possessive. Finding their reservation the host gathered menus and led them to a table. Before moving however, MJ