“On it.”The server turns around and hustles to the bar.
Ella’s gaze is on my face.“And your name is…?”
“Sebastian.You can call me Sebastian, or Bash.”You can call me Daddy.But I don’t say that.It isn’t time for that…yet.
I reach across the table to take her hand in mine.Her fingers are cool and smooth, and I can’t resist rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.
Carefully, slowly, she pulls away from my grasp.“I said it’s serious, between me and my boyfriend.”
“He can’t possibly deserve you,” I say.
She arches an eyebrow.“And you could?”
Ooh, a little attitude.My cock starts to stiffen.“I would try harder than he does, that’s for damn certain.”
The server delivers Ella’s order and looks as if he wants to linger, but I give him a hard look and he steps away.
“You need a stage name if you’re going to keep singing here,” I tell her.
“I don’t know that I’m coming back,” she says.
“You should.”I look her over, then feel a smile growing on my face.“How about Cinderella?”
She smiles, and a dimple pops in her cheek.She’s so cute, it should be illegal.
“Cinderella, yeah,” she says.“That’ll work.”
“And I could call youprincess,” I say.
She shakes her head.“Cinderella was, first and foremost, a maid.That’s why it fits so well.”
“If you were mine, you’d be a queen.But I’d still call youprincess.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she takes a sip of her cider.“Do you often flirt with women who aren’t single?”
“I make it a policy not to,” I say.“But this situation is different.”
She cocks an eyebrow and leans closer.Her button-up shirt is all done up, so I don’t even get a hint of cleavage.But I can’t help looking at the way her breasts push against the table.
“How is this situation different?”she asks.
She’s challenging me.I fucking love it.
“Come home with me and find out.”Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.I can see that I went too far.She’s already retreating.She sits back in the booth, gazing coolly around the lounge.
Fuck.Fuck.I don’t know how to take it down a notch.Kingston’s good for that.I push the women to their boundaries, he pulls them back.He corrupts them, then I punish them.It’s a good balance.
Ella pulls her phone from her purse and looks at it.“I should get going.Thank you for the cider.”
I have no choice but to let her go.Except—
“How are you getting home?”
“I’m walking.It isn’t far.”
“Let me drive you.”
“No, thanks.”She starts to walk away.
