Chapter 15 - Kristopher
Lying in bed tonight, alone, because Georgie is in her room finishing some research she had to do, I stare up at the ceiling, lost in thought about what she said this evening.
There is a broad, smug smile spread across my face. My arm is hooked behind my head, and I’m comfortably enjoying this moment.
Because she said that none of the other guys she’d tried dating felt right.
She’d stopped them, put an end to the date, and even the chance of kissing her.
Yet she didn’t stop me.
And my conclusion is what’s making me so happy.
With me, it felt right.
That says more to me than she could ever understand.
I had my spies watching her on those dates. They took photos, sometimes videos, to report back to me.
She smiled. She looked like she was enjoying herself. It drove me crazy with jealousy. I hated it. I hated the fact that she might go home with any one of them, that they might get to have her in ways I couldn’t.
I promised myself to stay away from her, for her own safety. I chose that, and it nearly killed me.
But now, tonight, I find out that all this time, she hadn’t been with anyone. They weren’t good enough for her. They didn’t feel right.
I chuckle to myself, stretching my arms higher above my head. I can’t get over it. How perfect it is.
How perfect it felt to have her in my hands again.
And now, when I take her for the first time, I’ll savor it as the most magnificent thing anyone has ever given me.
I fall asleep still smiling, knowing she is only ever going to belong to me.
It’s late morning when I come out of my office and find Georgie reading one of her textbooks in the living room. The sun is splashed across the sofa over her, and she’s stretched out on her back with the book held above her head.
“Catching up on your vitamin D while you study?” I ask.
She tilts her head back and looks at me from her upside-down perspective. “My bedroom was getting a little claustrophobic. Sometimes when I study this much, I forget I am a living creature that needs sustenance, fresh air and sunshine.”
“On that note…” I wander over to the sofa and sit down near her feet, lifting them and placing them on my lap. I run my hand over her smooth, silky legs.
She sets her book aside and props herself up on her elbows. “On that note?” she asks.
“I would like to take you out for an early dinner. I promise not to keep you up too late. You’ll still be fresh to study in the morning. But I’d love to spend some time with you away from the house, just relaxing.”
“Oh my goodness, that sounds amazing. Yes. Please,” she grins, her face brightening.
Her legs are warm from the sun, and I haven’t stopped moving my hand up and down over them.
She bites her lip, and my cock stirs, remembering how she tasted, and instantly wanting that again.
I want her, her body, her taste…but it’s so much deeper than that. The yearning I have for her encompasses everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, her spirit, her energy and kindness. Everything. She is beautiful inside and out, and I want it all.
“Be ready at five?” I ask. “If we head out early, we can still enjoy a leisurely dinner and be home early, too.”
“Perfect. What should I wear? What’s the dress code?”
“Little one, you could come on a date with me wearing your sweatpants and a crop top, and you’d still steal all the attention. But, if you are in the mood, you should dress up to your heart’s content. The place I’ve booked is lavish.”
“You already booked us a table?” she smirks, squinting at me.
Instead of answering her, I wink, making her smile wider.
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We arrive at the restaurant a few minutes before five. They’ve kept the parking area in front of the building open for me, and I pull into the bay, then climb out and open Georgie’s door for her.
She steps out, and again my heart is struck by how incredible she looks.
She dressed up. She went all out. Her hair is curled and pinned up loosely on her head, a messy, gorgeous bun with ringlets escaping, framing her face.
She has barely any makeup on, except for her lashes being brushed pitch-black, making them look twice as long and thick, highlighting the beauty of her honey-gold eyes.
And the dress. The dress is a problem because my cock is on high alert and refusing to calm down. I can’t tear my eyes off her.
A tightly-fitted blue dress, hugging her curves from top to toe, looks like it’s painted on. When she moves, I have the pleasure of admiring every inch of her.
Then, to top it off, there is a long slit all the way up the front of her left leg, allowing for free movement in the tight design. It runs up her leg and over her hip, teasing me with what I can, and what I can’t see.
She looks magnificent, and I haven’t missed a chance to tell her so.
“Fuck, Georgie, I can’t take my eyes off you,” I growl against her ear as I pull her to my side.
She giggles, shy and demure, making her allure even more enticing.
We walk up the stairs, and I lead her to the elevators that will take us to the top floor.
This is my building, and the chef at this restaurant is one of the best in the world. People fly to Phoenix just to experience his culinary delicacies, and the place is always booked for months in advance.
Not for me, though. They will always have a table available when I call, even at the last-minute notice.
The elevator keeps going higher, and Georgie takes a nervous, unconscious step closer to me.
“You don’t like heights?” I mutter, worried, because the entire restaurant is surrounded by incredibly high views.
“It’s not the heights, it’s the feeling of being trapped in this little box. It…um…it reminds me of being taken. When they threw me in the trunk of their car.”
Anger surges inside me, and I wrap my arm protectively around her.
“I’m so sorry, little one. That will never happen to you again. You’re with me, and I will always keep you safe.”
The doors slide open, and she breathes a sigh of relief.
The views always take my breath away. But this time I’m not looking towards the windows; I’m looking at her, enjoying her reaction.
Her eyes are wider than ever, her lips parted in awe as she walks ahead of me, but doesn’t let go of my hand, so she ends up pulling me towards the windows.
“I’ve never seen the city like this before,” she exclaims excitedly. “I’ve never seen it looking so gorgeous.”
“And we got lucky. It’s one of those orange, pink and purple sunsets. The next hour or so, the sky is going to keep changing and getting better,” I say, standing next to her, pulling her back against my chest as we watch the city far below us.
“Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she whispers, still in awe.
“Mr. And Mrs. Ilyin.” The manager arrives at our side. “I have the best table reserved for you. We were so happy to hear you were coming for dinner this evening.”
“Thank you, Richard. We appreciate you accommodating us,” I smile, savoring the look of surprise on her face after being addressed as my wife. “My wife hasn’t been here before, and I was just telling her that you have the best chef.”
“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she grins, letting me lead her to our table, following behind the manager.
At the table, the manager cocks his head to the side and waits for us to sit with a smile on his face.
“I have a surprise for you, sir. Seeing as your wife has never experienced our food before, may I suggest that the chef be allowed to put together a tasting platter of the best items on the menu? It will be a culinary adventure. One not easily forgotten.”
He glances eagerly between my wife and me.
“What would you like?” I ask Georgie.
“That sounds like exactly what I want,” she nods enthusiastically.
“And a bottle of champagne. You know which one I enjoy,” I add.
“Yes, sir.” He bows his head and leaves us.
I reach beneath the table and pull Georgie’s chair closer to me. I’m tired of having her sit on the opposite side of our dinner table at home. I want her as close to me as possible.
“He knows which champagne you like?” She says, a hint of curious caution in her voice.
“Yes, he does,” I answer warily, narrowing my eyes and trying to figure out why it might be an issue for her.
“Is this where you bring all of your dates?” Her voice is laced with jealousy.
I burst out laughing, then quickly shut my mouth, shaking my head. “No, little one. I don’t go on dates. I don’t have time for things like that,” I chuckle.
“Mm. Yet, here you are, on a date with me,” she muses, pleased with my answer.
“Well, when a man has an opportunity to take the most beautiful woman in the world out for dinner, he would be a fool not to clear a little, tiny bit of space in his schedule.”
“A tiny bit?” she giggles.
“Yes, not a lot. We don’t want to take it too far,” I tease.
“Of course, we can’t have you neglecting your duties,” she says with a serious tone.
If only she knew what I’d give to never leave her side.
Dinner is perfect.
We laugh, we talk, we share silly stories, and tease each other. The conversation flows easily in lighthearted, perfect moments. I’m happier than I can ever remember being.
I can’t believe how incredible my life is since she became a more involved part of it. And I can’t help but wonder how much more I can have with her when this issue with my father is sorted out.
After dinner, we walk down to the car, my arm locked around her waist, and she pulled tight against me. “It’s seven now. I was hoping to take you to one more special place before we head home. Would that be alright?” I ask, already knowing she’ll say yes because she is having as much fun as I am.
“I’m sure I can spare a tiny bit of time in my schedule for one more place,” she giggles.
My heart beats faster, loving every moment, every tease, every second I get to spend with her.
I pull the car door open for her and watch as her dress falls open at the slit when she climbs inside. She notices my eyes wandering over her legs, and all she does is smile.