Chapter 20

Jane walks through the lobby and immediately heads begin to turn and look at her. She starts feeling self-conscious and unsure, wondering if she is looking inappropriate. She has to trust that Brad knows what he’s doing by making her wear this outfit.

“Good evening, Ms. Bryden. You are looking lovely,” says the front desk manager.

Jane isn’t sure if the man is just flattering her or if he actually means what he says.

“It’s the Helen Millar collection, isn’t it?” he adds.

Jane has no idea what he’s talking about, but he seems to be impressed. It must be some fancy fashion designer. She nods and agrees with him just to make him think she knows what he’s talking about.

“Mr. Halliwell is over there on the patio. Would you like me to escort you, Madam?” the front desk manager asks.

Jane sees Brad sitting at the table by himself. She wonders if he’s been alone most of his life, given how comfortable he looks sitting there. Jane can relate. She prefers to be by herself more than most people. In fact, most people scare her. She wonders if it’s the same for Brad, but probably not. He has to deal with high-powered people every single day.

“No, I think I will be fine on my own, thank you,” she responds gracefully. “Thank you.”

Jane musters up her courage to walk over to Brad. She feels so attracted to him—the way he sits, the dark color of his hair, the way he looks out at the sea.

He has a strength to him she has never seen before in a man. She feels herself getting nervous and turned on at the same time, the closer she gets to him. She feels moist in her bikini already, and can even smell a waft of her juices. The bottom is crawling up into her crotch and rubbing her in all the right places. She can barely stand it.

What she would love to do is walk right over to him, kiss him deeply, then sit on the table, spread her legs open, and lay back across the table so he can pull her bottoms off. She wants him to stroke all over her lady bits and slip his fingers inside of her until she screams with pleasure, not caring who is watching.

She wants him to rub his hands all over her belly while he unzips himself and undoes his belt, driving her wild while she waits for him to push his hard, bulging cock inside of her, fucking her deep and hard, holding her hips and pushing them back and forth while she feels him getting harder and harder, until he comes. Then she wants him to hold himself inside her while she settles down, saying he will never let her go.

She walks up to Brad, snapping herself out of her daze. He stands up and takes a step back.

“Wow, you look breathtaking.”

He stares at her body unapologetically.

Jane can see that Brad is getting a hard on. Her tits are still perky from her daydreaming, too. She can feel her heart racing a bit faster, and she has no idea what to say other than just fuck me, Brad, right here and right now.

The server walks up behind them and pulls the chair out for Jane to sit down.

“Here you go, Madam,” he says respectfully.

Jane takes her seat and pulls it underneath her.

Brad sits down on his own and tries to get his composure back. He notices Jane’s hard nipples sticking out against the fabric and the cleavage showing through the dress. God, what he wouldn’t do to just reach over and suck on them, bite them, and make them even harder so she would get wetter underneath those bikini bottoms.

“Honestly, you look so sexy. You need to know that,” Brad says, unabashedly.

Jane blushes and looks down.

“Well, I have to say, I’ve never worn anything so revealing before. I am a bit uncomfortable.”

“Do you want to change? I don’t want you feeling awkward,” he says, feeling concerned.

Jane is touched he cares about how she’s feeling. Nobody ever has before.

“Oh no, really, don’t worry. I’m getting used to it, actually. It’s a whole other side of myself I never knew existed,” she says, smiling a bit coyly.

He loves when she does that. So innocent, yet she puts in a hint of sexiness when she talks. He loves how she curls her lips up to the side and then looks down bashfully.

He reaches over for her hand and says, “Please know that if ever you feel uncomfortable, I want to know. It is important to me that you feel good and safe with me always, okay?”

She nods, looking into his eyes as if for the first time. They have these blue rings around them, highlighting the green on the inside so there is a special intensity to them. Her grandmother would call them ‘bedroom eyes.’ They are that captivating.

“I promise,” she replies honestly.

“Good. So, shall we eat?” he says.

Jane looks around the restaurant and notices that no one else has come to sit for dinner.

“Is the kitchen even open?” she asks. “We are the only ones here.”

Brad calmly replies, “Why yes, it is. I made sure we would be the only ones. I wanted to have my first dinner with you alone.”

Jane looks around, surprised and flattered. He must have paid the restaurant for the amount they would have made if they had more guests.

“Oh wow, okay. So this is what it’s like to be out with you,” remarks Jane. “I can handle that,” she jokes.

The server comes to the table with a bottle of cold Chardonnay and starts pouring the wine. Jane asks him for the menu.

“Mr. Halliwell has already ordered for you both. Lobster with asparagus tops and artichoke salad drizzled with a fine wine rosemary dressing. Would that suffice for you, Madam?”

Jane is not sure how she feels about him ordering for her, but she can’t refuse this kind of meal. She’s never had lobster before, but she absolutely loves asparagus and artichokes. She wonders how he knew that or if it was a lucky guess.

“Um, yes, that sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

Jane looks at Brad in amazement and also with some suspicion.

“How did you…?” she begins but doesn’t want to come across as rude. “Asparagus and Artichoke hearts are my favorite. I had them for the first time when I came to New York.”

Brad smiles and says, “Well, my personal assistant did some research. She spoke with your ballet instructor and asked a few questions.”

That made sense to Jane and it set her heart at ease.

“Cheers,” Brad said, lifting his glass. “Here’s to a delightful evening together.”