“Sure.” The man smiled as he took the menu from me.
*
I stayed a little late to help Natalie with a late night rush, but I was still in Dean’s office by 5:30.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“I’m sure.” He gave me a smile. “You must need some time to yourself. I don’t mind.”
“But … I thought it would be nice if I stayed.”
Why did I feel so upset about this? It was stupid. I shouldn’t be upset, but I was. I tried to mentally shake myself; after all, I was being silly. But he said he wanted someone to stay with him while he worked.
Dean chuckled softly. “Look, we’re both trying to do something nice for each other. Why don’t you go home tonight and let me win? Tomorrow, I’ll expect you to stay, though; how’s that sound?”
A smile touched my lips. “Sounds perfect.”
There was something on that list about compromising, right? I made my way over to Dean. Without a word, he stood and pulled me into his arms, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, Rebecca.”
“I love you too.” My arms wrapped around his, and I pulled him close to me; my teeth grazed his lower lip as I realized how much I missed this. Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach, and I swallowed dryly, our kiss growing more passionate.
Dean’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as he pulled away from our kiss, his lips trailing their way down my neck. I let out a soft moan as his free hand slid down my body, resting on my innermost thigh. My heart skipped a beat as I reached for his belt.
Knock, knock.
My heart leapt as Dean pulled away from me in half a second flat. The door opened. Melina’s cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry, did I—”
“No.” Dean shook his head, perhaps a little too vehemently.
“I was just saying goodbye to him before I headed home.” I couldn’t bring myself to look Melina in the eye as I gave her a smile and headed for the door. Glancing over my shoulder just once, I gave Dean a smile before closing the door behind me and heading out for the car. I’d changed before I went to go see Dean.
“So,” Natalie’s voice took me off guard. “You two are really into each other, aren’t you?”
I laughed. “Yea.”
“You know, you’re actually really cute together.” She fell into pace with me as we left the building. “And I can tell how much you like him.” She grinned. “Although, I’m totally jealous. I don’t know what it was he saw in you over everyone else.”
“I didn’t flirt with him,” I admitted.
“That’s what does it for him?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yea, I mean, look at all the girls who hit on him.” I didn’t mean it to sound like a shot, and I really hoped it didn’t.
“Good point, maybe I’ll try that with the next guy I think is cute.” She laughed softly as she came to a stop. “Well, I’ll see around, Rebecca! And thanks again for all the help today.”
“Any time!” I called over my shoulder as we parted and headed for my little car, looking forward to it more than I realized.
I didn’t listen to music or anything on the way home, just focusing on the road ahead of me and taking in the total silence. The casino gets kinda loud around the end of the night and not having background noise all the way back to my place felt really nice.
As I pulled into my parking space, I took a deep breath feeling so much calmer than I had when I got into my car without realizing how I’d calmed down.
I grabbed my purse, turned my car off and stepped out of the car. I guess it had been for the best that I went home instead of staying late at the office; though I still felt a little bit bad for it. I began climbing the stairs.
“Hey!” Jake grinned as he spotted me down the hall.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
“I haven’t seen you around much; is everything okay?”
“Yea, I’ve just been super busy with work and everything. I haven’t been home all that much, and when I am, I’m sleeping.” I laughed softly. “How are you doing?”
What I really wanted to know was how he was handling his recent breakup, move, and new job, but I didn’t want to quite word it that way.
“I’m actually doing really good thanks.” He straightened his jacket. “I’m off to work right now.” His grin widened. “And I met someone. She just got out of a bad relationship, so we’re taking things slow. We’re just hanging out as friends right now, but she’s really sweet, and I really like her.” His eyes sparkled.
“That’s great! I’m glad to hear things are going well.”
“And don’t worry, I remember I still owe you a pizza. We should try to get together sometime. Hell, I can even have you and Katie over to my place now that I’ve got a couch and a table.” He laughed before glancing down at his phone. “Well, I’d better get going. I still don’t have a car so, I’m bussing, and I don’t’ want to miss my bus.”
“See you later.” I grinned as he headed off down the hall and towards the street, unlocked my apartment door, and blew out a deep breath.
Instead of doing what I really wanted to do, and that was get some sleep, I went into the kitchen and pulled down my hot chocolate mix. I’d been thinking about it last night and knew exactly what I needed to make it just a little bit better. I stared down at it before searching through my cupboard.
“Shit,” I muttered. I could have sworn it was there. My mom must have taken it back sometime. “Oh, well.” I was going to see her sometime this week anyways, so I would just have to steal it back. I wasn’t actually sure if it would help, but I had this nagging feeling that it would, so I was going to test it out.
With my hot chocolate mix to play around with, I kicked off my shoes and padded into the bedroom before dropping onto the bed and letting out a deep breath. I rubbed the back of my neck gently, trying to get a hold of myself.
I hope Dean doesn’t mind me leaving. I know he had told me to, but that didn’t actually mean he was okay with it.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I sent him a quick message to let him know I loved him before pushing myself up from the bed and sauntering into the bathroom. I cranked the tap to hot, put the plug in, and then made a quick stop at my bedroom where I grabbed my silk robe, my fuzzy slippers and a good book. I tied my hair up, so I didn’t have to worry about it getting wet, and then I grabbed myself a bottle of water since for some reason I always got dehydrated in the tub—it probably meant they were too hot, but that wasn’t going to change how hot I made my tubs.
I returned to the bathroom, added some bath salt and stripped out of all my clothing. My phone buzzed, announcing an incoming text, but I didn’t bother getting it. Instead, I just slipped into the tub and closed my eyes.
I was way past in need of relaxing and was going to take a little time out of the day for myself. I grabbed the book and opened it, letting the warm water fill up around my body.
After half an hour, I was much more relaxed and had managed to get some quality reading time in. I put my book down as my toes started to form that raisin-like outer layer that always meant I’d spent far too much time in the tub and grabbed my vanilla body wash. I lathered my legs in it, and then my feet. I grabbed my luffa and scrubbed away any of the dead skin I could get off before dipping my legs back into the water and watching it turn a murky gray from all the soap and dirt I had washed off—see this was why I’d always hated tubs. They made me feel dirty like I was soaking in my own gross dirt. But I knew they were meant to be relaxing, not for washing. I finished covering myself in the vanilla body wash and pulled the plug, letting my body rinse off a little before pulling out of the water. Drying off quickly, I slipped into my silk robe that was probably just a little too short. A grin spread over my face. I should send Dean a picture of this, I thought, heading into the bedroom after slipping into my slippers and picking the book back up. I tossed the book on my bed and grabbed my phone, noticing one new message.
>
I flicked the screen up to unlock it and went into my messages. Of course, the message was from Dean.
I hope you have a good time in the tub.
I know things have been rough right now, but I just wanted to let you know that I do really love you, Rebecca. I love you more than I really want to admit even to myself, and I know I’ve done a lot to make you lose trust in me, but I want to gain it back; I want to keep trying to prove to you that you’re the only woman I want.
Thank you for offering to stay at work with me tonight, but I’m so glad you were able to go home and spend the night in the tub. I hope it was relaxing; God knows you need a little bit of pampering time!
I will see you tomorrow.
Love you,
Dean
I read the message a couple times, my heart getting lighter and lighter every time I read it. I smirked, typing out my reply.
You’re really laying on that romance thing, eh? Well, just FIY, I like it.
I had a really nice tub, but would have been more relaxing with you ;) I love you lots, babe.
Along with the message, I sent him a quick picture. If he had it in his head, he was going to make me feel like I was in a romantic movie; I was going to make him feel like he was in a porno.
Although my picture wasn’t that sexy—it was a work in progress. I’d make him feel like he was in a porno tomorrow.
65. Chapter Six
“Hello?”
Since my dad had been in the hospital, I never thought about not answering my mom’s calls. My heart raced as Dean and I made our way out of the casino. I hadn’t had my phone on when she called, which just left me worried as fuck.
“Hey, honey.”
“Is Dad okay? You called earlier.”
My mom laughed softly. “Your dad is fine. You’re worse than I am.”
Oh, gee, that was a compliment.
“So, Dad is okay? Then why were you calling?”
“Because you told me that we’d get together sometime so you can meet Mark!” She sounded disappointed that I’d forgotten, and I took a deep breath.
“Right. Sorry.” I bit my lip. “How about tomorrow night?” I met Dean’s gaze, and he nodded. I smiled my thanks. “Why don’t we take you guys out to dinner?”
“No, no, you can come over! It’s been so long since you’ve been over.”
“Alright.” Because everyone loved going back to their childhood home. I swallowed dryly. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, okay?”
“Perfect! I can’t wait for you to meet Mark.”
“I can’t wait to meet him either,” I lied. I really wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about meeting my mom’s boyfriend, but after a few months, it was long past overdue; I just wish she had told me sooner. “I’m going to let you go, though; we’re just about to head back home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Alright.” My mother was thrilled; I could hear it in her voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you!”
“Love you too, Mom.” I hung up and slid into the passenger seat of the car.
“Just for the record,” Dean gave me a grin as he turned to look me over. “We’re not going home.”
“We’re not?” I raised an eyebrow as he sped out of the parking lot and headed away from home.
Dean grinned the whole way to wherever it was we were going. I tried to pay attention to where we were going but just kept turning my attention back to Dean. “Where are we going?” I would ask every couple of seconds.
“Okay, this is really fucking cool,” I admitted as we came to a stop in front of a building.
“I thought you might like it.” Dean shut the car off and stepped out. I followed him quickly as he held his hand out to take mine, and we entered the building. “Like, really cool.” I looked around. “I know we’ve done some cool stuff, but this is like up there with Italy.”
He laughed softly. “I’m glad you think so.”
He touched the small of my back as we approached a man wearing a T-shirt.
“Dean?” the man asked. He had short white hair and was looking us up and down.
“Yes.” The two men shook hands. “And again, thank you so much for allowing us this night.”
“No, thank you!” The man grinned widely. “Come with me. I’ve got the perfect spot for you two to sit.”
The old man led the way out of a normal looking lobby and into another room. My jaw dropped as cold air touched my skin, and a shiver escaped me. If I’d known it was going to be cold, I would have brought a sweater or jacket.
The elderly man spun to face us with a grin. “As you can tell, it’s quite chilly. We’ve got to keep it at this temperature to keep the ice frozen.” He paused. “But, of course, our VIPs get their very own fur coat.” He reached into a closet and pulled one out for me and one for Dean. He handed them to us and waited as we slipped into them.
I still couldn’t believe it. An ice restaurant. I shook my head. I would never have thought of it. And apparently, we were VIPs. As the old man led the way into the dining room again, my eyes widened. He had to be shitting me. There was no one else there. I turned to look at Dean, open-mouthed.
His grin widened as he pulled me into a kiss, and we followed the man to where a single table was set; there was a fake candle lit in the center. The man pulled my chair out and motioned for me to take a seat.
“Thank you.” I smiled widely.
“You’re very welcome, ma’am.” He nodded to me then turned his attention to Dean. “Can I get you the wine list?”
“Please.” Dean nodded.
I watched the man walk away before rounding on Dean.
“Did you shut the place down?” I hissed.
Dean laughed softly. “Yes. I wanted to make sure we had it all to ourselves.”
I looked around, shaking my head. There was a nice blue glow to everything, and everything that could be was made out of ice, except for the seats of the chairs, thank God. They had fur covering them, so I didn’t have to worry about my butt getting cold—and that would have been a concern I had!
“They had one in New York, too,” Dean said looking around. “Although this one looks like it is a little newer and a lot nicer.” He turned to look at me. “What do you think of it?”
“I think it’s fucking amazing,” I admitted.
I shook my head.
To think, everything in here was made out of ice. I couldn’t get over it. I wonder if the plates and everything will be made out of ice. No, that would chill everything. That wouldn’t be any good. I let out a soft laugh. “I think it’s amazing, and I’m so lucky to have you.”
Dean stared at me, taken aback.
“I’m … I’m glad you think that.”
I laughed softly, looking away from him, and instead studied the bar that was across the room. The old man came out of another room with menus in his hand and two glasses. My heart skipped a beat. They were made of ice. I could tell that much from all the way over here.
He closed the distance between us quickly and placed the two glasses down in front of us. “Here are your menus.” He handed us each one and then handed Dean another. “And the wine list; if you have any questions, please let me know.” He smiled broadly. “I’ll give you a little while to think about it.”
As he walked away, Dean looked at me. “Do you care what kind of wine we get? I don’t think I’ve ever asked if you have a favorite.”
I laughed. “No, and I don’t. I really could not care less what kind of wine we get.”
Dean grinned. “Good, ’cause I’m really not a wine fan. How about beer, instead?”
“Sounds perfect.” I laughed, opening my menu and looking down at all the options. I bit my lip.
How much did he spend on this night? I wondered. I tried to shake off the question. I mean, I was sure he hadn’t spent anything too crazy on it, right? But still, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to. I knew money was a factor in our relationship. Meaning he had lots, and I had none.
/> “Do you know what you want?” His voice snapped me back to reality. “I was thinking the steak and fries, what were you thinking?”
“Same.”
Letting out a deep breath, I watched the warm breath enter the air and laughed softly. This had to be the coldest I was ever going to get in Las Vegas.
The old man came back over to us with a smile. “Did you have long enough?”
Both Dean and I ordered the steak along with the fries. Thankfully, the plates that they were served on were not made of ice. But then the elderly man did bring us leather gloves and brought out a bottle of wine for us. I grinned, taking a sip from my ice glass.
“This is so fucking cool.” I couldn’t stop looking around before I pulled out my cell phone and started taking pictures. I had to show this to Katie. Maybe she could get her boyfriend to bring her here sometime. I bet she would love it, I thought.
“So it was a good idea? I wasn’t quite sure if it would be your cup of tea or no.”
“Oh, it so is my cup of tea.” I smiled at him, slipping my shoe off and resting my foot on his uppermost thighs under the table. “I can’t wait to thank you for it.”
In the soft blue light of the room, I could see his eyes sparkle. Despite the fact it was chilly in here—even with the coats on—I felt a tingle of heat rush through my body, down my spine, and desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed dryly; I couldn’t wait to get out of here, as much as I wanted to stay and enjoy it.
“I can’t wait until we get home.”
Dean cleared his throat as he pressed his crotch against me. I swallowed, thinking about his hard cock in his pants, pressing to get out.
*
I watched her eyes shine as she pressed her foot against me. My cock was getting bigger, pressing against my jeans, and I blew out a deep breath.
“I can’t wait until we get home.” A wide grin spread across her face as her foot pressed against me. I cleared my throat and pushed away from her.
“We should, uh, take some pictures of the place,” I said.
I knew it was a lame thing to say, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take her teasing. Becca’s grin widened.
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