“Then let’s rectify that, shall we?” He opened his umbrella, large enough to cover the both of us, and as we came up to the limo, the driver opened the door and we climbed inside.
TEN MINUTES LATER, the limo pulled up outside of the Westport Tower, and I peered out the tinted window at the elaborate revolving door to the main lobby. The tower was a landmark in the city, and when the driver opened the door for us, Salvatore touched my thigh to get my attention.
“You ready to head inside?” he asked.
When we’d gotten into the limo back at my place, I’d asked where he was taking me, but he’d been quick to remind me that patience was something I’d do well to learn around him, and judging by the fact he had yet to touch me, I knew he wasn’t joking. The man had the patience of a saint. I looked over to Salvatore to tell him I was ready to get going, and as his lips curled into a knowing smile, I thought, Okay…maybe not a saint.
“We’re eating at the 360?”
Salvatore nodded and slid down the seat toward the door. “We are, if you get out of the car.”
I chuckled and moved down the seat also, and when he climbed out and offered a hand to me, I took it and barely contained the quiver that raced up my spine from the touch. My body was so aware of the man in front of me that it was a miracle I was decent.
As the driver shut the door behind us, Salvatore put a palm on my lower back and urged me toward the entrance, and I had to stop myself from asking him to pinch me, this was all so unreal.
The 360 was one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. It sat at the top of the tower, and a meal there was easily the cost of two, maybe three, of my paychecks. Wow. So this is how the other half lives…
“Are you okay?” Salvatore asked when I didn’t move. “We can go somewhere else if you’d like.”
His intense gaze was locked on my face as if searching it for an answer. It wasn’t until I smiled and nodded that he seemed to relax a little. “No. No. This is fine…more than fine. It’s just, I’m feeling a little bit overwhelmed, I guess. The limo, this restaurant…you.”
A glint lit Salvatore’s eyes as he began to lead me up to the door. “Hmm, but a good overwhelmed, yes?”
I stopped before stepping inside the moving door. “Yes. You’ve definitely overwhelmed me in a good way.”
Salvatore bent down to put his mouth by my ear, and I felt the pressure on my lower back increase. “That’s a good place to start. But by the end of the night, I plan to do much more to you than that…in bad ways.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks and my cock reacted to the velvety promise in his voice as he shifted away and gestured to the door.
“After you.”
How the hell did he expect me to function after that? I could barely tear my eyes away from his face long enough to concentrate on the motion of the door to step inside it. Somehow, I made it through without causing any bodily damage to myself, and Salvatore was right there seconds after directing me through the most elegant lobby I had ever set foot in.
Marble floors so shiny you could see your own reflection glittered under the light from the enormous chandelier that hung in the center, and as I was led through it with my mouth agape, I was absolutely speechless. The building was stunning, and we were only in the lobby.
We came up to the bank of elevators, and three metal detectors and several security staff were standing by them and sitting behind the screens. A big, burly man by the closest screen looked up and spotted Salvatore, and immediately inclined his head in greeting.
“Good evening, Mr. Wolfe,” he said, addressing Salvatore in a tone that relayed his respect and Salvatore’s…authority.
I frowned, confused by the display. How did he know Salvatore? But when all the other guards greeted him in much the same way, I started to suspect there was more going on here than Salvatore had told me.
“Evening, gentlemen,” Salvatore said as he stepped through the security checkpoint and then turned to look at me where I stood still and silent. He chuckled and raised his hand, crooking his finger at me to follow suit. As I walked through, I heard Salvatore say to the guard, “It’s his first time here. Thought I’d show him the beauty of Westport at night.”
When I got to the other side without incident, the guard looked down at me and nodded. “You’re going to love it. Great food. Great view—you aren’t afraid of heights, are you?”