Mr. Handsome A Billionaire Romance(15)

“Thank you, I’ll be ready in just a few minutes,” she said before quickly shutting the door and leaving me standing there imagining her sliding those panties on.

My cock stiffened once again and I had to take a few deep breaths to control my need for her.

I went back to my beer and finished it in three gulps. A few minutes later, Christina stepped out of the bathroom looking positively stunning in a little black dress and red pumps. The skirt flowed at the waist and showed off her incredible legs. It was shorter in the front than the back and had a low neck line,

showing just enough of her cleavage that I could let her out of the house. Her hair was pinned over her shoulder and she wore long dangling gold earrings that brushed her neck and a thin chain around her neck that had a small diamond set into gold that was tear drop shaped. She wore a simple gold bracelet to match.

“You look…amazing Christina, really,” I said, feeling a bit like taking her right to bed.

“Oh…thanks, um, do you want to head out now?” she asked tentatively.

I shook my head no and her expression turned to one of bemusement.

“I mean yes, of course, let’s go eat…” I tried to recover, but she simply masked her brief confusion with a smile and I led her out to my car.

“So are you going to tell me where you’re taking me or do I have to guess?” Her tone was teasing and she had a little spark to her caramel colored eyes. I smiled at her and she bit her lip, turning my thoughts almost instantly. It was a nervous gesture of hers, but it came across completely differently.

“I’m taking you to my favorite restaurant called Romello’s. It’s an Italian restaurant and kind of romantic. I always look like the odd man out whenever I go,” I said jokingly.

Christina quirked an eyebrow at me in interest.

“You’ve never brought a date there before?”

I shook my head; their food was so good that I never saw myself as able to hold a conversation over dinner. I’d just be eating the entire time.

“It’s too good for talking, their food, I mean. So I never thought to bring a date there. But I wanted to take you someplace I thought was special.” Christina smiled shyly and I slid my hand around hers. “I promise you, it’ll be the best Italian food you’ve ever had,” I assured her. I studied her face and found she seemed to be looking forward to our date.

We were on the right track then. “You look really beautiful you know.” Christina nudged me, her expression bashful. I lifted her chin and forced her to make eye contact with me. “I mean it. You’re a beautiful woman, Christina.”

“Thank you…” she whispered and my eyes fell to her lips. They looked soft and inviting and I wanted to taste her. I slowly pressed my lips to hers and at first she stiffened. I began to move my lips gently against the incredibly soft cushions and then she started to relax, bit by bit.

I cupped her neck and my other hand went into her hair as I deepened the kiss, my tongue entering her mouth to taste. She was intoxicating. Her scent was fresh, as she’d just come out of the shower, her perfume was subtle and reminded me of flowers.

She tasted of mint and caramel candies. All I wanted to do was kiss her and stay in this moment. My dick was stiff in my jeans and I was relieved that I was wearing jeans. If I had been wearing slacks, I’d have never been able to get out of the car.

The car stopped moving and Christina broke the kiss, I think we were both a bit dazed as we realized that we were only at a red light, though I did see the restaurant down the road, so we’d be getting out soon, anyway. The driver pulled up in front of the restaurant so Christina and I could get out. I escorted her inside and the host recognized me right away.

“Oh, Signore Bates, it is lovely to see you finally brought a molto bella date along with you this time. Your regular table is ready for you right away.” The host gestured for us to follow a server to my usual table. It was towards the back of the dining room, secluded and very intimate. The scenery was perfect for that night. Romello’s was decorated in warm colors, rich reds and mahogany and greens. The table was set beautifully and Christina looked amazing in candlelight.

“This place is really nice. It was funny that the host knew you,” Christina said, her eyes bright when she looked at me.

“I do come here a lot. I cook sometimes, when I’m in the mood. But whenever I don’t have the patience, I come to Romello’s.” Christina smiled thoughtfully and looked at the wine menu.

“So…how does a business man get into modeling?” Christina asked me, her expression genuinely curious.

I laughed and leaned forward a bit.

“Well, my best friend, who also happens to be my assistant, Victor, suggested it one day at the office. I wanted a hobby or something to do when I wasn’t wrapped up in Stargate, so I decided, what could it hurt?

“Next thing I know, one of my interns had gotten me into Marissa’s modeling agency and I was signed up for my first Armani shoot. I liked it, it was cool, something to do you know?”

Christina nodded, her expression was again thoughtful.

“So you didn’t do it to like…I don’t know, meet girls?”

I laughed and Christina bit her lip, her eyes still lit with a smile.

“No…well, I knew that would happen, but it was sort of an added bonus. I mainly wanted to do it as a pastime. I’ve gotten to travel and meet a lot of new people. I met you…” I grinned at her and she snorted, smiling reluctantly.