“Hi. Is there a bathroom close?”
“Yes.” She pointed to the right.
He handed her a bag. “Go see if you like this.”
She grinned and raced into the bathroom. Her mouth dropped open when she pulled out the prettiest summer dress she’d ever seen. She held it up in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror.
The blue almost matched her eye color. The fabric was soft, and a bra was already woven into the top. She jerked off her clothes and pulled the dress on. Her mouth dropped open. She kind of looked pretty. The thought stunned her. As she twirled around, she watched the skirt fly out.
“Come on, baby. We have a reservation.”
She hustled and started to shove the clothes into the bag he brought and found white sandals. She looked at the size. He got that right, too. She slipped them on, looked at herself one more time in the mirror, smoothed her hair, turned, and walked out.
The first look in his eyes was surprise, and then heat filled them, making her body tingle.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She blushed. When she got to his chair, she bent and hugged him. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She pressed her lips against his.
If he hadn’t lifted his head, she would have been on his lap, begging for more.
“We need to stop, baby.”
She straightened. “I know. I’m sorry.”
He grabbed her hand. “Don’t ever be sorry for wanting my touch. I want you to feel like you can come to me anytime for anything.”
“What if you’re busy with something?”
“I don’t care. You’re my priority.”
She blinked because she could feel the burn of tears.
“We better go.”
She followed him to the door and then opened it for him.
She caught the look in his eyes and didn’t understand it. It almost looked like discouragement.
“Where’s the restaurant?”
He looked at her as he wheeled the chair down the sidewalk. “It’s only a block down. A few guys recommended it. It’s supposed to be good.”
“I’ll like anything,” she said.
There was a man at the door holding it open for them.
“Thank you,” she said.
In the restaurant lobby, she looked around and was amazed by the beautiful atmosphere and instantly felt out of place.
Cole took her hand, and she immediately calmed.
“I’m sorry, sir, but finding space for the chair will be difficult.”
She stepped toward the guy, ready to pound on him, but Cole pulled her back. “The reservation is under Travis Forrester,” he said.
“Oh, yes. We have your table set up. I’m sorry, sir. If you’ll come this way.”