I follow her as we weave through tables until we come to a table in the back. The lighting is minimal, giving it a romantic feeling without making it feel like a strip club.
Giving a small smile to the hostess, I glance over to see James standing up.
“Raven, you look beautiful,” he says as he kisses my cheek. I lean into him, inhaling his smoky scent.
Stepping back, James pulls out a seat, and I slide in. The hostess gives me a menu before telling us our server will be with us shortly.
“What is this place?” I ask, glancing around.
“This is Diamond. It’s one of the best hidden treasures in town. Only a select number of people know of its existence.”
“It’s incredible,” I breathe out. “Like, truly incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Yes, it is,” James whispers.
Something in his tone causes me to turn my head toward him.
Chapter Twenty
JAMES
Fuck, Raven looks gorgeous tonight.
I’m kicking myself for not picking her up, but I got held up by a crisis in the tech department, so it was easier to get Danny to bring her here. She looks too fucking tempting as she walks toward the table, her hips swaying just the right amount to get my dick hard. I discreetly adjust myself under the table before standing up to greet her.
When she said how incredible it looked in here, I meanther. I obviously gave it away when her head tilted toward me, a curious look in her eyes.
Raven parts her lips as if to say something, but we’re interrupted by the waitress asking if we’d like to order. My untouched bottle of beer sits on the table, so I decline. Raven goes to order a white wine spritzer, but I cut in.
“She’ll have a soda,” I tell the waitress, relaxing back and placing an arm on the chair next to me. “We’ll order in a minute.”
The waitress nods her head, smiles awkwardly at Raven, and walks off.
“I’m not a child, James,” she growls, grabbing a napkin from in front of her and angrily placing it on her lap.
“I never said you were, pretty girl, but youareunderage.” I give her a pointed look. It’s my job to take care of her when her dad isn’t around—or that’s what I tell myself anyway.
“James,” she groans. “I’ve been here for two seconds and you’re already acting like an overbearing asshole. Please stop.”
“Watch your tone, Raven,” I growl, my tone low. This is a new side to her that I’ve never seen before but fuck me if my dick doesn’t get hard at her attitude. It just makes me want to fuck it out of her.
She crosses her arms across her chest, pushing her breasts up further, and levels a glare in my direction.
Don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits.
“Or what? You’ll put me across your knee again?” she retorts, the fire in her eyes challenging me.
I run my thumb along my bottom lip before shifting forward and gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Oh no, pretty girl, you enjoyed that far too much last time.” She blushes at the reminder, and her breathing becomes shallow. “This time, I’ll ram my dick so far down your throat you won’t be doing anything other than choking on it.”
I let her go and settle back against the booth, reaching for my beer and taking a sip, all the while never taking my eyes off her. Raven’s pupils are blown wide, and goosebumps pebble across her smooth skin.
“I—you—what?” she stutters as she squirms in her seat.
I smirk around the bottle, an eyebrow raised as I say, “You were saying something about a drink?”
Raven glares at me. “Soda is fine.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say with a smug grin.
