Elena pushed open the restaurant door the next night just after ten, her legs still a little shaky from the memory of yesterday. She wore a simple slip dress with nothing underneath exactly what Damien had texted her to do. The restaurant was dark again, but this time soft jazz played low from hidden speakers.
“Lock it behind you,” his voice called from the kitchen.
She did, heart already racing.
Damien appeared in the doorway. “Look at you. Came back for more, huh? Greedy girl.”
“Shut up,” she laughed, walking straight into his arms. He kissed her hard, one hand sliding under her dress to squeeze her bare ass.
“Mmm. Already wet? Naughty.” He led her to the center of the dining room where a single table was set with decorations. “Tonight’s the full experience. You trust me?”
“Yes.”
