With that, he strolled out of Addison’s room like he didn’t have a care in the world, leaving Nadia shivering at his sensual tone and the feeling of his breath against her ear. Nadia glanced over at Addison and was glad to see that she was still asleep. She tried to feel guilty about the very adult things she had just done in the baby’s room but couldn’t. All she could think about was her date with Greg and what the night would bring.
Looking at the clock, Nadia realized she had slept the morning and most of the afternoon away. She needed to get moving if she was going to have enough time to get ready for her date. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she set about doing everything she needed to get done.
* * * *
Greg wiped his sweaty palms against his thighs for what felt like the hundredth time. He had no clue why he was so nervous. In his mind he knew there was no reason to be nervous, that it was one simple date. His body seemed to think differently and had decided to rebel on him. He went from pacing one minute to having to sit down for fear his knees would give out the next. It was utterly ridiculous.
“What the hell is wrong with you, man? I can’t concentrate with you having a panic attack over there,” Steve said from behind his computer.
“Yeah,” Jackson said, snickering. He pressed pause on the video game he was playing and looked over at Greg. “Are you ready for your fancy date with Nadia? Where are you taking her anyway?”
“I had Steve call in a favor and get us a table at that Italian restaurant his friend owns,” Greg said. He would much rather stay home and order a pizza, but he figured a girl like Nadia would enjoy a night out on the town and dinner at a classy restaurant.
Jackson let out a sharp whistle. “Wow. That place is expensive. Since when do you know the owner?” he asked, turning to Steve.
“I designed their new website last year. The owner loved it so much he told me I had a table waiting anytime I needed it. I have never had a reason to go, so I called in a favor for Greg. No big deal.”
Greg watched as Steve turned red. No big deal was an understatement. Bella Italiana was one of the hottest restaurants in town. The place was seated by reservation only, and the wait was three months. For Steve to swing a table with only a couple hours notice was a huge deal. The thoughts in Greg’s head came to a screeching halt when Nadia entered the room. His mouth went dry, and he had to swallow a few times before he could find his voice.
“God, you are gorgeous.” The dress Nadia had on almost made him swallow his tongue. The front was so low he could see the curve of each breast. The color was a deep rich red.
Nadia did a little spin. “You like? I wasn’t sure what to wear because you didn’t tell me where we were going.”
The back of her dress was lower than the front. Nadia’s entire back was exposed all the way down to the top of her tight little bottom. Greg had to reach down to adjust his pants because they were suddenly two tight. Judging by the two gasps he had heard coming from the other side of the room when Nadia walked in, Jackson and Steve were just as affected. Nadia’s smirk told him that she knew exactly what she was doing.
“In that dress, you would look great no matter where we were going.” Greg needed to get out of the house fast. It was too hot all of a sudden and sweat stains in his pits was not a good way to start off the date.
Without another word, he ushered Nadia to his car and opened her door for her. When he turned to back out of the drive, he noticed the bottom of Nadia’s dress had a split in it and had parted to show one of her creamy thighs.
Greg groaned. “You’re killing me with that dress, baby.” Nadia laughed and pulled the pieces of her dress together over her thigh. “Is that better? You still haven’t told me where we are going.”
“Well, I thought we would go out for dinner. I didn’t really make it past that in the planning, so if you have something you want to do after dinner, just let me know.”
Nadia nodded and was quiet the rest of the ride to the restaurant. When he pulled into the parking lot of Bella Italiana, she smiled.
“How did you know that Italian was my favorite? I’ve never been here before, but I have been dying to try it.”
“Steve knows the owner and got us a table. I’ve never been here either, so hopefully we will enjoy it,” Greg said as he led Nadia inside. His hand tingled where he placed it against her lower back to guide her. All he could think about was sliding his hand just a tad lower to see if she was wearing panties. All too soon he had to let her go so they could be seated.
“Wow, look at this place. Everything is so expensive and rich looking. I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but can you afford this? I don’t need you to take me somewhere like this to have a good time. This would definitely be way out of my price range.”
Greg thought about what Nadia was asking. Only two people knew about his financial situation, and those were Steve and Jackson. Looking at Nadia, he had a feeling that, if anyone could understand him, it would be her. She was someone he could see himself falling in love with, so he decided to take a chance.
“My parents were wealthy, and when they died, they left me all that money. The sad thing about it is I haven’t even touched it. It has been just sitting in the bank for years drawing interest.” He watched for Nadia’s reaction the whole time. When she didn’t get the gleam in her eyes most girls got when they were imagining the shopping spree they could go on with his money, he continued. “The thing is I didn’t need their money. By the time they died, I had already been out on my own for a while and was earning more money than I knew what to do with. You would be surprised how much you can make when you help develop a few video games. After hiring an accountant and investing in a few of the games I helped create, I basically have enough money to last me several lifetimes.”
The waiter interrupted them and took their drink orders. Greg waited patiently while Nadia looked over the menu and then placed her dinner order. He tried to read her expression, but her face was blank.
“Say something,” he finally said when it seemed she wasn’t going to respond to what he told her.
“I’m just trying to wrap my head around what you said. You don’t act like a person who has that kind of money.” Nadia held up her hand to stop him when he opened his mouth to comment. “I’m not saying that is a bad thing. Actually, it is a good thing. You know I grew up around money, and I have seen what it does to people. For you to have it and not let it be the center of your world is refreshing. You didn’t let all that money change who you are. You are the kind of person I wish my family and their acquaintances could be. Life would have been so much easier growing up.”
Greg felt the weight lift off his shoulders. For Nadia to accept him and not see dollar signs when she looked at him was the greatest feeling in the world.
By the time their food arrived, they had moved on to less serious topics, and Greg was truly enjoying himself until an older couple stepped over to their table. He had noticed throughout dinner the couple kept watching their table and frowning, but he figured it was because he and Nadia weren’t exactly quiet. They had both laughed out loud several times. Now that the couple was so close, Greg could see the resemblance between them and Nadia. They had to be her parents. Nadia confirmed his suspicions.
“Mother, Father, how are you doing tonight?”
Greg hated that Nadia was no longer relaxed and smiling. She held herself stiff and kept her eyes on the table.
“This is not how a Cassidy behaves in public, young lady. What is the meaning of this?” Nadia’s father said.
At least Greg assumed it was her father. The man didn’t even introduce himself or look Greg’s way. He just went immediately into berating his own daughter. Greg tried to think back over dinner to what infraction the man thought his daughter had made, but he couldn’t come up with anything.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Father,” Nadia said, almost too low for Greg to hear.
“You know exactly what I mean. Making a spec
tacle of yourself in a place that several of my colleagues frequent. And that dress makes you look like nothing more than a cheap prostitute.”
“That’s enough right there,” Greg said standing. “I am not going to sit her while you insult your own daughter. She has done nothing wrong. We were having a good time until you and your wife brought your condescending attitude over to this side of the room. Now it looks to me like you are the ones making a spectacle out of yourselves because no one was paying us any attention until you came over here.”
Greg was livid. He balled his hands to keep from reaching out and wrapping them around the asshole’s neck. If the man insulted Nadia one more time, he was going to either strangle him or knock him flat on his ass. He didn’t care if he was Nadia’s father or not.
“Nadia, get your things this instant. We are leaving. I gave you the time to run off and do whatever it is that you felt you had to do. Now it’s time for you to come home. This silliness of yours stops this instant. I will not have my daughter gallivanting around town with someone beneath her.”
Greg held his breath and waited for Nadia’s response. She was either going to stand up to her parents, or she was going to cave and go with them. Either way, it was a decision she needed to make on her own.
“No, Father,” she said in a low voice.
“What did you say to me?” Nadia’s father said in a threatening voice as he stepped toward her.
Greg also moved closer to her and noticed Nadia’s mother’s eyes widen, but she never said a word. In fact, she hadn’t said anything since the whole confrontation started. He found it sad that she wouldn’t even speak up to help her own daughter.
“I said no, Father,” Nadia said, finally meeting his eyes. “I will not go with you. I am happy where I am.”
“You will come with me this instant. I will not have my daughter with this trash.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said no, and Greg is not trash. He is kind, sweet, and gentle. All of those are things you will never be. If he is trash, I would gladly take ten of him than live another day trapped in that house with you.”
“If you stay with him, that’s it. I will cut you off. You will no longer be my daughter.”
Nadia laughed. “Father, I haven’t used your money since I moved out two years ago. You can check my bank account. Every penny is still there. I have been doing fine without it for this long. I’m sure I can continue to manage. Just know that your decision to disown me is yours, not mine. You will still be my parents, and I will still love you. If and when you decide that you want to see or talk to me, I will be here. Now if you will excuse us, we were enjoying our dinner.”
Greg was impressed at how Nadia handled things and immediately dismissed her father. Judging by the man’s red face and the huge vein bulging at his temple, her father was not used to being dismissed either. After glaring at Nadia for a few seconds, he finally stormed off, causing his wife to run to catch up.
“I’m sorry I ruined dinner,” Nadia said, staring at the table.
“Hey, look at me,” Greg said, reaching for her hand. He waited until she finally looked up to continue. “You did nothing wrong, and you didn’t ruin anything.”
Nadia blushed and picked up her fork to finish her dinner. Greg could tell by the way her hands shook she was more affected than she was letting on, but he didn’t call attention to it. He had to admit he was affected as well. Just not in the way Nadia was. He was so turned on he could hardly keep himself from squirming in his chair. The thought of Nadia standing up for him to her parents nearly had him coming in his slacks. She was beautiful when she was angry. Thank goodness the tablecloths were long. They had already given the diners one show. He didn’t think they needed to see him tugging at his crotch as well.
When dinner was over, Greg paid the check and left a generous tip on the table. He led Nadia to the car and helped her in. He hated that she was so quiet. He wanted her laughing and talking again.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” he asked when he got into the driver’s seat.
“I really did, Greg. Everything was delicious. I’m just sorry it was ruined.”
“I told you it wasn’t ruined,” he said as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Look at it this way. There is no way we can ever forget our first date. When we are old, we can tell our grandkids about the scandal we caused in Bella Italiana. We will have to name our first born after the restaurant to commemorate the occasion.”
Nadia laughed, which was exactly what he was going for. She didn’t comment on the fact he already had their future planned out. He knew it was too soon to tell her that he wasn’t joking, but he could see himself having a future with this extraordinary woman.
Greg couldn’t wait any longer. He found a reasonably private spot on the side of the road and pulled over.
“What are you doing, Greg?” Nadia asked, looking around.
“Come here.”
“What? What’s going on?” she said with a confused look on her face.
Greg unbuckled her seat belt and lifted her until she straddled his lap, resting her pussy against his aroused cock. Nadia’s eyes widened, but she didn’t complain, just moaned when he ground up against her.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now. Damn, honey. You going toe-to-toe with your dad over me had to be one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. I can’t wait till we get home. I want you right now.”
“Then have me.”
That was all the permission Greg needed before he attacked her mouth. He did what he had wanted to do all night and trailed his hand down her back. When he got to the edge of her dress, he rubbed his fingers back and forth across the top of her bottom until Nadia squirmed. When he continued lower, he froze.
“Fuck me, baby. You aren’t wearing any panties.”
Nadia laughed. “This dress isn’t really made to wear any.”
“Oh, Jesus. You are killing me.” Greg groaned as he lifted the bottom of her dress and got a glimpse of her trimmed pussy. After getting his belt unbuckled, he lifted his hips and lowered his pants until his cock was free. He lifted Nadia a little so he could grip his cock and then ran the tip across her wet folds making sure to hit her clit each time.
“Come on, honey. Sit on my cock. I want you to ride me.”
The pleasure consumed him as Nadia lowered herself until she was flush against his lap. Greg shuddered at the sensation of the tight grip her pussy had on him. He had to clench his teeth to keep from yelling out as Nadia began to move up and down. He didn’t look away from her eyes the whole time and realized he was close to the edge. That seemed to be a common occurrence when he was with Nadia, but he didn’t care. The sex was intense, to say the least.
“I’m close. Touch yourself, honey. Let me see you play with this beautiful pussy.”
Nadia didn’t hesitate to reach down and start circling her clit. When her moans got louder and her rhythm began to get erratic, Greg gripped her hips to hold her still and began surging into her cunt. He felt the moment Nadia went over the edge because she squeezed him tight. That was all he could stand, and he came right along with her.
Greg rested his head on Nadia’s shoulder and kissed her neck as her pussy continued to milk him. When his cock finally slipped free, Nadia moved back over to her seat. Greg was sad to lose her warmth. If he could have driven home with her in his lap, he would have.
“Now would be a good time for panties,” Nadia said, grimacing as she held her dress around her waist.
It took Greg a minute to figure out what she was talking about then he laughed and handed her a few napkins out of his glove box. He waited until Nadia had finished cleaning herself up to start the car.
“Best date ever,” he murmured to himself as he headed home.
Chapter 9
“Finally,” Robert said when he heard his cell ringing. It seemed like he had been waiting for the call forever. Paranoid didn’t even begin to describe how he had felt the last few days. Ever since he’d
found out he was being followed by Mr. Porello’s men, he was seeing them everywhere. At this point, they weren’t even trying to stay hidden either. They wanted him scared, and they were definitely doing a good job of it.
“Please tell me you have some good news,” he said desperately.
“Have the goods at the old warehouse on Ninth Street by 10 p.m. the day after tomorrow. If you are late, I leave. If you are followed, I leave. If I see anything out of the ordinary, I leave.”
The call ended abruptly, and Robert was left staring at his phone. He had basically two days to do the impossible. God, he hated Sarah. If she weren’t dead, he would kill her for getting him into this mess. If she hadn’t been so selfish and left him high and dry, he would have never even had to contemplate stealing his own baby. He had no doubt the little brat was his either. He hadn’t gotten the best look at the baby when he trailed it to the park. He didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl, but the red hair he was able to see was a dead giveaway. He would have tried to get a closer look, but whoever the woman was with the little brat seemed to target him the moment he entered the park.
Robert wasn’t sure what it was about himself that gave him away, but he could see the woman’s hackles rise when she spotted him across the park. He wasted no time getting out of there. He didn’t want her to be able to recognize him in the future.
His first task now was figuring out a way to get the baby out of the house. For four days he had been watching the house and had only seen the baby taken out once, and that was to be taken to the emergency room. Robert had thought about stealing the baby that night, worried he wasn’t going to get another chance, but he’d decided against it. He hadn’t had a buyer lined up yet, and there was no way he was taking care of the little brat until he found one, so he waited. Now, the wait was over. He had no choice but to take the baby.
He silently thanked Officer Stanley for finding the buyer so quickly. He was running out of time, and Mr. Porello was definitely letting him know the clock was ticking. Not only did Robert have to put up with the goons following him, but he also had to put up with little notes everywhere he went letting him know how much time he had left. If he hadn’t already believed the rumors that Mr. Porello was a very dangerous man, he would have been convinced of it now.
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