“Loki? Will you come to dinner with me?” I blurt, without thinking, then inwardly cringe, biting my lower lip as I wait for his answer.
A cocksure grin spreads his plump lips, eliminating all traces of hurt.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Lilly Darling?” he drawls in that sinful voice of his. I love the way he says my name. I want him to say it again when he's balls deep inside of me.
Head out of the fucking gutter, woman!
“Uh...yes?” I say, almost as a question. Right now, I'd love the floor to just swallow me up. I’m sure there’s a blush staining my cheeks.
His grin grows wider, and he waits just a beat longer before giving me an answer, putting me out of my embarrassed misery.
“Pretty Girl, I'd love to take you to dinner. But we have to dress up like it's a proper date,” he looks at me with mock seriousness, his eyes twinkling.
“Of course.” I grin, my breath whooshing out of me in relief. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”
* * *
I take a shower whilst Loki gets ready, using his vanilla shower gel and scrubbing myself all over until I'm pink. I don't wash my hair this time, preferring my natural hair oils to not be stripped away all the time. I style it in loose barrel curls so that it's tumbling down my back.
I make to leave the bathroom in just my towel as all my stuff is in Loki's room; after that first night, all of my dresses and skirts were hung up in his wardrobe. My other clothes have all been put away in his drawers. He even had a bookshelf put in there for my paperback RH collection.Don't read too much into it, Lilly,it's just practical given that I’m staying in his room.
Opening the bathroom door, I see that Loki is just reaching the bottom of the stairs, and I stall, my hand gripping the door handle, and my body flashing with warmth.Holy shitballs!I mean, I knew the guy was hot, but fuck me, he scrubs up nice.
He's wearing navy straight leg jeans that he's rolled up a little at the hem, his brown boots and a white t-shirt with a stonewash denim shirt open on top of it. He's rolled the arms of the denim shirt to his elbow, and I don't know what it is about a guy's forearms, but fuck me if it's not one of the hottest fucking things I've ever seen. It's made even sexier by the silhouette of trees tattooed round his left wrist, reaching his elbow in a forest of black ink. He's also wearing a massive gold watch round the same wrist, and some beads on the other, including what looks like pink plastic ones.
He looks up and sees me staring, my mouth open and almost fucking drooling. His trademark insolent, panty destroying grin pulls at his lips.
“It's almost a shame for you to get dressed really,” he remarks, eyes slowly taking me in, and when his tongue darts out to lick his lips, I feel like I might self combust on the spot. “We could just stay here?” he asks, voice low and a brow lifted, clearly implying that we spend all night in his bed.I mean, I'm probably going to do that anyway, but I want my date first.
“I'll be down in a few,” I say, clearing my throat and ignoring his suggestion. As I sweep past him, his hand comes out, brushing his fingers down my arm. The touch makes me draw a breath sharply and builds the fire between my thighs. I continue on, somehow ignoring the need for now, and head up the stairs.
Soon, it's my turn to descend the staircase dressed to the nines. I'm wearing one of my favourite original nineteen-fifties cotton dresses. It has a fitted bodice, is pinched in at the waist, and has a huge flared skirt with a red net petticoat underneath, making it stick out more and giving it a wonderful swish. It's covered in red, orange, and yellow flames, and I've paired it with what I call my Dorothy shoes; red sequined heels, with a cute crimson satin bow on the front, and made by Irregular Choice.I may have a slight addiction to a certain shoe brand….
I've put a couple of clips in my hair to sweep it back from my face, leaving it to tumble down my back, and my makeup is subtle fifties, with black cat eyes and bright red lips.
Loki's waiting with Jax, chatting as I make my way down, but as he sees me, he abruptly stops talking mid-sentence. His mouth literally pops open, and I have to suppress a squeal of delight at seeing him so lost for words, although I can’t stop the wide grin that comes over my painted lips.
I catch his gaze, which is a raging inferno of jade fire, as he takes me in. My eyes flick briefly to Jax, and what I see there makes my steps falter a little so that I have to grab the bannister. His piercing blue gaze is also swirling with an intense heat as he admires me. I get caught up in the blue flames until Loki steps up in front of me, blocking my view when I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“Damn, Pretty Girl! I didn't think you could get any more beautiful,” he groans, licking his lower lip and rubbing his jaw with a strong manicured hand.What is it about a well kept hand on a hot man that makes you go weak at the knees?
As usual, I feel my cheeks flush pink with his compliment.
“Are you ready to go?” I manage to get out, squirming under his scrutiny.
Which is fucking ridiculous seeing as he's seen me naked and had me screaming his name, coming apart under his fingers and tongue.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” He beams, holding out his arm for me to take.
We head in the direction of the dining hall, his forearm warm under my palm. The school has a no going off campus Monday to Friday rule so our dinner date has to take place here.
As we enter the hall, my breath is taken away and I look round with wide eyes. I am blanketed by stars. All the lights are off, bar one that highlights a single table next to one of the window walls. As most of the walls and ceiling are made of glass, and given that we are in the middle of nowhere so light pollution is minimal, the night sky sits above us, full of pinpricks of light.
“Loki,” I breathe, glancing back at him. “It's beautiful. How...” I'm at a loss as to how he organised everything so quickly. And also, why there are no other students here?
“I have my ways,” he boasts with a wink, leading me to our table and pulling out my chair. “I hope you don't mind, but I ordered dinner for us.”
Gerald, the waiter who always serves our table during the day, brings our plates over, setting them down in front of us. Loki is sitting by my side so that we're facing the window, but can still turn to speak to each other.