I knew she was right—that I had to get past the idea that Dean and Brad were the same people because they weren’t, but still. It was hard not to think like that after everything I’d been through. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart.
Three soft knocks on the door made my heart race again. “I’ll see you later,” I said, grabbing my purse and glancing at myself in the mirror again. Maybe it was a little too much. The black dress fell to my knees but still fit me tight enough that I didn’t look like I was trying to hide my figure—even my small boobs.
I’d picked a pair of high heels to make my legs look better, since I’d always gotten lots of compliments on them and still did.
I forced a smile over my lips to help pretend I wasn’t nervous, even though being pretty sure I would be sick due to my nerves. My fingers curled around the handle, and I pulled the door open. “Hey.”
“Y-you look … amazing.”
“Thanks.” I swallowed dryly as my cheeks flushed, closing the door behind me and getting a good look at him. It was the first time I’d seen him in something other than a suit. And damn did I like it. “You don’t look all that bad yourself.”
He wore a pair of normal jeans and a black T-shirt that showed off muscles I’d never even noticed before. My head tilted to the right as I looked him over carefully. His hair was freshly washed by the looks of it, without any product in it. His green eyes sparkled.
“Are you ready?”
“Of course.” We made our way down the stairs and towards his car. “Are you not working today?”
“I let the girls know I had an appointment this afternoon and not to expect me back until tomorrow.”
Was he planning on us being that long? I bit my lip. What could he have in mind?
“And they just said okay?”
“What are they going to say? To me at least.” He gave a soft laugh. “I’m sure they all had something to say to each other about it, but that’s okay. I don’t really care what they want to talk about when they are at work as long as they do their job and the customers don’t overhear them saying anything too rude.” He circled around the front of the car with me and reached for the door.
“Thank you.” I gave him a smile as I slid into the passenger seat. He closed the door and strode to the driver’s side. “What did Melina say?”
I was still trying to figure out what their relationship was.
“That I’d better be home at a reasonable time because I’m dreadful to deal with if I don’t get enough sleep.”
“Oh, you two live together?”
“No, she lives with her boyfriend, but we like to carpool together when we can. You know, just so we can catch up. I like to bounce ideas off her for the casino and other projects. It helps me think, and I find she asks good questions.”
I nodded. Melina had a boyfriend, that was a pretty good sign that they weren’t together, but on the other hand, it was possible they were; I mean boyfriends weren’t known to stop some people from sleeping around.
I bit my lip. It was just a first date; I still didn’t really have a right to ask about it, did I?
Screw it.
“So, you two aren’t sleeping together.”
For a split second, I thought Dean was going to slam on the brakes as he turned to look at me.
“Of course not!”
“I had to ask.” I shrugged. “The girls at the casino weren’t sure and … I didn’t want to get between you two … I mean, the way you look at each other, I can tell you’ve known each other a long time.”
“We have; since I started my first casino.”
“And when was that?”
“Close to a decade ago.”
My brow furrowed. Longer than I’d expected. Just how old was he? If he’d been working at least a decade, that would mean he was at the very least 30, which really wasn’t that much of an age gap between us. But he’s probably older. I closed my eyes and tried to quit thinking. Let’s just cross that bridge when it comes.
That would be the rational way to do it; the question was whether I was going to be rational or not. Knowing me, I’d ask him by the end of the night.
“And just to be clear,” Dean’s voice brought me back to reality. “You don’t have a boyfriend or anything, right?”
I laughed softly. “No boyfriends.”
“Good to know, I would want to know if some guy was going to try and kick my ass.”
“You wouldn’t just drop me back off at my place.”
Dean caught my eye. “Trust me; even if you did already have a boyfriend, after what I have planned, you’d be reconsidering your options.” He sounded so sure of himself. “And I think you might actually be worth getting my ass kicked.”
My cheeks flushed. Why would he think that? I mean, there really wasn’t anything that special about me, was there? I didn’t dare ask. Instead, I changed the topic.
“So, do I get to know what you have in mind?”
He smiled alluringly. “Well, it’s nowhere around here.”
“What?”
What the hell was that supposed to mean? I stared out the window just in time to see us take the exit leading towards the airport.
No. There was no way we were actually going to an airport, right? That would be crazy, right?
There had to be a reason he wanted it so early, and he told everyone not to expect him back at work until tomorrow.
I turned to him, trying to pretend I wasn’t thinking like that. “Really? Then where is it?”
“You asked for a hint.” He grinned as he turned down the street leading to the airport.
Oh, God, we were actually going to the airport. Don’t say anything. Maybe it was just a restaurant that was, like, on the same street or something. If I said something, I’d made him look like this wasn’t good enough, so I didn’t say anything. I just stared out the window as we made our way closer and closer to the airport. Finally, he turned into the parking lot. I still didn’t say anything.
Instead, I waited until the car came to a stop, and he opened his door. I followed his example, and we headed into the building.
“Okay, this is some sort of joke, right?”
“Joke? No! Of course not. I told you; I was going to make this special.” He grinned as he made his way up to a desk and turned his attention to the girl behind the counter. “Hi, I booked two tickets—under the name Brant.”
“Dean Brant?” The girl asked after a couple seconds of looking.
“Yup.”
“Alright.” There were a few seconds of silence as she printed off two tickets and handed them to us. “Special occasion?”
“First date,” he said, taking the tickets from her. I saw the look on her face as she stared at him, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not.
Dean turned, touching the small of my back, he led me away from the counter and towards security as he handed me a ticket. I stared down at it with wide eyes. “Canada?”
He nodded. “I have a friend there who has this great little place. Perfect for a first date.”
“You’ve got to be joking, right? There is no way this is real.”
Dean chuckled. “If I was joking, you wouldn’t go on a second date with me, so, of course, it’s not a joke. Have a little faith in me, would you?”
“I’m sorry.” I said as we came to a stop in the line. “It’s just hard to believe that some guy’s idea of a first date is taking me to Canada.”
“Well, Paris was all booked.”
I stared at him in shock. Not because of what he’d said, but because he sounded like it was honestly what he meant.
“You … you tried to get us tickets to Paris?”
“I thought about it, but getting there and then getting back before the day was over would have been tricky. So I figured California might be a better idea anyways.” He smiled widely.
My mind raced trying to comprehend it all. It wasn’t working. I couldn’t. There was no way I cou
ld wrap my head around this.
“So tell me, other than making hot chocolate, what do you like to do in your spare time?”
“I like animals, though of course, I don’t get to have any because our landlord won’t let us have pets.”
“It sucks when apartments are like that.”
“Is that why you bought a place?”
“No. I honestly can’t have a pet; I work too much for it, and that would just be unfair to the dog because it would be a dog I get. I don’t like cats all that much.”
I snorted as we approached the security check out.
“So, just wondering, you do have a passport, right?”
“Yes.” I smiled at him. I’ve never needed it before, but I do have one.
“Oh good, ’cause I don’t think they were going to let me smuggle you in.” He grinned widely.
I laughed. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to bribe me into the country.”
The flight actually wasn’t all that bad. We made our way off the plane in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.
I stared around, trying to take everything in as I hitched my purse over my shoulder and Dean reached out and took my hand.
“So, you just thought you’d bring me to Quebec?”
“Well, I wanted French, but like I said … Paris wouldn’t work, so here we are.”
I shook my head. I don’t think I’d ever had something this romantic happen in my life, and I doubted it could ever happen again. “I can’t believe this,” I whispered. No one was ever going to give me a better first date, that much was for sure.
“Well, are you hungry, or would you rather do some sightseeing first?” Dean glanced down at his watch. “We have to be at the airport for 9:00 p.m. tomorrow morning, so I we have lots of time. I looked around until I found a clock. 3:00 p.m. He was right; we did have lots of time.
“Let’s … let’s look around.” I let him lead the way out of the airport. “Have you ever been here before?”
“A couple times,” he admitted.
“So you know all the good spots?”
“Well, I was thinking since you’ve never been here we could hit a Canadian classic. Have you ever had poutine?”
“No.” But I sure as hell had heard of it, and I was more than willing to give it a try.
“You’re not on any sort of diet, are you?”
I laughed quietly as we made our way out of the airport and towards a taxi. “I’ve tried a couple times, never works for me. I just gave up.”
Dean laughed, pulling me close to him. “I like you.”
“I would sure as shit hope you do.” I bit my lip. Right. Despite the fact we were on a date, he was still my boss, and I needed to pretend to be sorta professional. He didn’t seem to mind me swearing. He just grinned.
Chapter Six
“Okay, so that was really amazing,” I said as we sauntered back to his car. It felt good to be back home, back in the U.S., but I was going to remember that night for the rest of my life.
I chewed my lip as my eyes flickered shut for a fraction of a second.
“Tired?”
“Yea, I guess.” I laughed softly, forcing my eyes open as he gunned the engine and headed out of the parking lot. It wasn’t long before we were back in front of his place.
“Come inside, and we can have a cup of coffee.”
Yea, coffee, that was what he wanted. Nonetheless, I was out of the car in a fraction of a second, and we made our way towards his front door.
“So,” I reached out and took his arm. “Do you normally take girls on a plane right for a first date?”
“I haven’t been on a first date in a long time.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
With a quiet laugh, he said, “I work pretty much nonstop. Sure, right now I’m leaving at 8:00 so the repairs and renovations can get done, but that doesn’t mean I finish work. I come home, have dinner and get right back to work.”
“Sounds … well, like a lot of work.” It sounded draining and hard and annoying.
“I guess that’s what I’m looking forward to though, isn’t it?”
“I don’t want to lie to you, but I hate to be the bearer of bad news.” He grinned. “It’s a lot of hard work.” He padded to the fridge and pulled two beers out before handing me one. “But yea, it’s going to be years of hard work. If you want to expand your business, it’s going to be even harder, but if you decide one shop is enough, it shouldn’t be too bad. Assuming you can handle a few years of sleepless nights.” He grinned, taking a swig of beer.
“Well, once I get college under my belt, I’ll have a lot of experience in that.” I stepped towards him, taking a drink of my beer. We didn’t actually come here to talk, did we?
I knew why we’d come back to Dean’s place, and I was more than okay with it. I set the beer down on the counter.
“I just hope you can keep working at the casino. I’d hate to try and find an excuse to see you.”
“Who said you needed an excuse?” I grinned. “I might just let you come over to hang out sometime.”
“Really?” He closed the distance between us.
Okay, maybe I wasn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but it seemed to get the point across because Dean reached out and touched my waist. My eyes locked on him. I’d thought about kissing him since our last kiss, it had been all I could think about, and now here was my chance.
“Just for the record, best date ever.”
Dean grinned, pulling me towards him. “Good. Does that mean I can kiss you now?”
Without a word, my fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him close to me, my lips crashing against his. He let out a deep breath, his fingers digging into my skin from outside of my shirt. His free hand ran over the curves of my body as he pressed me against the counter.
I let out a soft moan as my arms wrapped around his neck; my left hand didn’t stay there, it trailed down his muscular chest. A deep breath escaped him as his eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second.
My hand cupped his cock from outside of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he whispered into my ear; his hot breath sent a shiver down my spine.
I pulled away from the kiss, my lips touching his neck as hands traced down the curves of my body. I massaged him gently.
He pulled away from me and licked his lips. “So, there’s this room I’d like to show you.”
“What’s wrong with the kitchen?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’d rather see you naked on my bed.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal, but it set my heart racing. Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach.
“Well, then I guess we’d better go to that bedroom you want to show me.”
Dean grinned without a word and led me down a hallway and into a bedroom. My heart skipped a beat as he slipped his shirt over his head and it landed on the ground. Unzipping my dress, I let it fall to the ground without a word.
Dean turned to face me. His jaw dropped as he looked me up and down. His head tilted to the left as I stared at his muscular chest, my eyes dropping lower and lower to his abs and the small trail of hair that vanished under his pants. I stopped right in front of him, my bra and panties still on, along with my stockings and heels, and reached out for his pants and pulled him close to me, popping the button on his jeans. He grinned as my hand slipped down his boxers and my fingers wrapped around his hard cock.
Dean blew out a deep breath, stepping away from me. Not yet. He took my hand and pulled me into his arms, spinning me around and pushing me down onto the bed gently. “First, I get to have a little fun with you.”
My heart flipped as I watched him lower himself down onto the bed, kneeling between my legs as I spread them wide.
I reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him down to me. My lips touched his softly. “Have all the fun you want.” With my free hand, I traced over his muscular back, lower and lower. My fingers dug into his jeans as I grabbed his butt.
Dean grinned, k
issing me. His fingers traced over my skin ever so gently. I moaned softly as he pushed my bra out of the way and massaged my breast gently. My eyes rolled back as he played with my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My body arched as my hands dropped from him onto the bed, my fingers digging into the bedding.
Dean twisted my nipple between his fingers gently.
I moaned louder.
Dean let go of my nipple. My eyes snapped open just in time to see his lips lower to my breast. I gasped as his teeth grazed my skin gently. A soft kiss followed quickly, making his way slowly up my neck. Dean trailed soft kisses over every inch of my skin as I moaned louder.
Pleasure tugged at me, but desire overwhelmed me, wanting more. Needing more.
I pulled away from him—tried to at least, but Dean grabbed me just before I could get away and pulled me into a deep kiss. My teeth grazed his lower lip, nibbling gently. “I want you,” I whispered.
“Where?” His eyes sparkled.
My eyes locked on his as I opened my mouth; I was going to say something he wouldn’t expect. What can I say? I like being a shock star.
“In my mouth.”
Dean swallowed as he pulled away from me just enough to push his pants down. My eyes widened a little as I realized there were no boxers there. His thick cock sprang forward. Taking a deep breath, I dropped down onto my hands and knees and crawled towards him. His head touched my lips as I came to a stop in front of him. I looked up, my eyes locking on his as I opened my mouth and took his cock as deep as I could.
I felt his head touch the back of my throat before I pulled it out, and then back in. My head bobbed as my mouth worked over his cock, faster and faster.
Dean’s eyes rolled back as his fingers tangled in my hair, controlling how fast I moved.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Faster and faster.
My teeth grazed his cock ever so gently as my tongue flicked over his most sensitive parts.
“Fuck, Becca.” His eyes rolled back as I glanced up at him. My mouth worked faster and faster. A hoarse moan rumbled from his throat.
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