I’d had a serious expression and she’d triggered a grin. “Not the point, princess.”
I pulled out my remote control and pressed a button. The garage’s double doors opened. The lights in the massive room turned on, and the whole space illuminated. My four, shiny blue cars lined the walls, each distinct. All were my favorite.
I turned to her. “Do you want to drive?”
“I think I’ve shown enough of my snow driving skills this week.”
“Fair point.” I grinned. “How hungry are you?”
“I can wait for a while.”
“Good. I’ll get you to my favorite spot safely. And once we’re there, we can talk more about your manager.”
She frowned.
I’m taking her far away from here.
Had I known he’d tried to get her to live in a building away from me, I would’ve gotten the jet ready and had her on it tonight.
We spent the whole ride playing the radio and singing some of the songs. To my embarrassment, one of mine came on, but it was amazing to hear her sing my lyrics. I loved the verses on her tongue. I damn near crashed into another car watching those sexy lips twist and curve.
My cock went hard, pressing against the jeans. When Simone sang out some of the sexier songs that played on the radio, I wanted to free my cock and have her suck it while I drove. Nothing would’ve been better than to feel that warm, wet mouth sliding up and down my length.
But I had to control myself. Ru had snuck around and whispered bullshit into her head. Granted, if I was him, I would’ve been worried about me sleeping with Simone too. But I wasn’t him, and I wanted her all to myself.
He must go.
It took a few hours to get to Salt Lake City, but we arrived at Bourbon Blues right as the sun set. There were very few cars in high-end restaurant’s parking lot. Its small hotel was on the second floor, catering to only high-end guests that paid large amounts for privacy. Most of the city didn’t even know suites were above the restaurant.
I’d rented out the whole building for tonight, not wanting any people around interrupting us and asking for autographs and selfies. Besides, if the paparazzi had gotten wind of me bringing a woman out here, they would’ve had Simone’s face plastered all over every page in the country, trending for days.
No. Right now, I just want her all to myself.
I guided her in.
After Ru’s stupid stunt, I wanted a truly romantic evening for Simone and had to pull out all the stops—sumptuous cuisine, exquisite flowers, and beautiful surroundings. I’d stressed all those instructions to the owner of Bourbon Blues and he didn’t disappoint.
Darkness battled with the soothing glow of candlelight. In fact, hundreds of silver and ivory candles as well as delicate flowers spread around the restaurant, forming the space into a romantic scene from Shakespeare’s, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I half expected a fairy dusted in glitter to take our order.
Our table sat in the center of the room. Decorated pale pink roses surrounded them. Classical music played in the background.
A woman stood at the maître d’ station. “Hello, Mr. Ferraro. We’re happy to have you back.”
“It’s always a pleasure to come here.”
“This place is amazing.” Simone’s voice was soft against my ear. “Thank you for bringing me.”
“I hope you enjoy it. If you do, I’ll bring you back here all the time.”
The woman led us to our table and waited until we were seated before handing us the wine list. I let Simone order the wine and then we decided on our dishes.
On our right, two men dressed in tuxedos played their violins to a soft melody. Simone curved her lips into a smile. Delicate notes danced around the space.
Our waiter returned with the bottle, pouring Simone a small sample of the deep, red wine. Simone took a sip, nodded, and the waiter poured the rest of her glass and then mine. While the wine tickled the tongue with flavor, I worried about my beautiful Simone.
She’d sipped a bit more than I expected. By the time she set the glass on the table, it was far less than when she’d first picked it up. Almost empty. Our waiter hurried over and filled her glass again.
Simone picked it up and drank some more before setting it down.
Worry hit me. “Talk to me, princess. What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.”
I leaned back in my chair, watching her. “Does this deal with more of Ru’s meeting? Like I said before, there’s been no woman in my house since I’ve moved there besides my staff and mother.”
“You don’t have to say that.” She took another sip and set her glass on the table. “I’m annoyed that Ru took it there and that this is our conversation tonight. I just wish...”