I looked over at him as he maneuvered the car out of the estate. It made me understand what people said when they talked about a man looking sexy while driving. The image of Eduard driving could compete with that of him crawling into bed toward me. The man was a Russian machine: an unapologetic, panties-dropping, sex machine.
“Keep thinking those thoughts, and I might take you right in this car,” Eduard warned, his eyes darting toward me.
“What thoughts?” I asked, shocked to have been caught.
“Your eyes have been on me for over a minute. And I know how you look when you’re getting turned on,” he dropped.
“Turned on?!” I questioned, chuckling.
“Tell me you’re not,” he dared, his head turning toward me.
I opened my mouth, but, of course, the lie didn’t quite come out. So I looked away, out the window.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby,” he uttered, his free hand taking my left hand in his. “If it’s any consolation, getting hard is as easy as breathing whenever I’m around you.”
He chuckled at my renewed embarrassment, and I found myself laughing.
“Where are we going?” I inquired.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Okay,” I remarked, jumping with excitement inside me.
About twenty-five minutes later, we were pulling over.
“What is this place?” I asked, craning my neck to take the tall building in.
The glass walls gave no sign of what was inside, but it sure didn’t look like a restaurant.
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s go.”
We went into the building, and Eduard led me straight into the elevator. My two attempts at getting answers from him were met with the same response. So I gave up and decided to just wait for it. As we got out of the elevator, we went through a short flight of stairs and came out of a small door.
Then it was bright.
We were on the rooftop of the building. But that wasn’t what made my eyes enlarge.
Right at the center of the wide rectangular space was a table set for two. A bottle of wine and covered food sat on the small table.
“Eduard…” I uttered, bringing my arms around his neck. “This is lovely.”
I rose to drop a gentle kiss on his lips.
“That look on your face right now is the ultimate reward,” he divulged.
His hand came around my waist as he led me to the elevated edge of the rooftop. We were at least 20 stories above the ground.
“This is thrilling!” I remarked, holding on to the thick steel railing.
His arms came around me from behind.
“You once mentioned that heights excite you.”
“That’s true. Although I don’t remember telling you that. Did I?”
“I overheard you telling Agatha in the study.”
I put my hands over his arms, too moved to speak.
