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Things get a little heated at the end of this chapter, please enjoy!

I watched as she slipped into her friend's small bungalow. My clothes were large on her but I liked seeing her in them. I liked her out of them even better. 

When I got back to my apartment the smell of our sex greeted me. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. Her damaged dress lay where she had left it on the couch, and I gotten an idea. I checked the tags and made a few calls. I needed to run out anyway and this gave me extra incentive. 

I'd met with an architect that worked closely with Hittle. We discussed plans and I expressed my needs. Thankfully, he was understanding and was willing to keep discretion. There were parts of the building that would be off-limits to patrons and most employees of the club. With Hittle's help, bulletted ideas and sketched plans. I'd hear back from him a few weeks later to approve the final designs and finally put things in motion.

After the appointment, I made a stop at the mall. In and out, I didn't need to buy much and I knew exactly where to go. I'd never been more eager to get to the end of my day. By the time my shopping was done, I was hungry. I picked up my phone and dialed for take-out.

"Del Sole, this is Anna speaking. How may I help you today?"

"Hello Anna, I was hoping to place an order to go.'

"Sure sir. What would you like to order?"

"Actually, could I speak to Remi?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Just a minute." The girl sounded confused but then the phone muffled as I heard her call out to Remi. "There's a man on the phone asking for you."

"A man?" Clearly, Remi's curiosity had peaked as the was handed the phone. "Del Sole, this is Remi."

"Hey baby girl." I grinned down at my steering wheel as I held the phone to my ear. I hadn't left the parking lot yet. Wanting to make sure I was somewhat clear-headed when I called her.

"Mmm. Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

"I'm hungry."

"I'm working. You have to wait." I could almost hear the smile on her face, through the phone.

"I wanted to order food. I know I have to wait to have you, you're killing me."

"Micah," she snipped. She must have had a coworker close to her. I could hear a commotion in the background and it sounded like she was standing in the kitchen.

"I know. I know. Wait. Torturous woman." That earned me a laugh.

"What do you want to order Micah?" 

"You pick."

"Anything?"

"Anything," I confirmed.

"Side salad or fries?"

"You pick."

I could hear her plunking away at the computer screen and then the recipe printed.

"Your order will be ready in about 20 minutes."

"I'll be there soon."

"Mmm.. I look forward to it." Using her bedroom voice, I was glad I wasn't driving yet.

"Remi, you better stop or I will have you for lunch." There was no idle threat. I'd take her to the damn bathroom if I had to. She was melting me like butter and she knew it. She giggled as she responded to me.

"You have to.."

"Wait. I know, but you're making it difficult to behave." Rolling my head back to the headrest I closed my eyes and waited for her response.

"Just promise you won't behave tonight. See you soon Micah." With a click, she was gone. 

Fuck! This woman makes me crazy!  When she spoke, it was at a whisper. She was still at work and needed to be mindful of what she said, especially because she had gotten written up the other night. 

Her incessant teasing was going to get her in trouble. I lowered the phone to the passenger seat, started the car, and headed across town.

Walking through the doors of Del Sole, I scanned the room. The late lunch rush was dwindling. I spotted her at the computer, busy typing an order in. A slender waitress looked up from what she was doing and gave me a coy smile and a small wave. I nodded politely and headed towards Remi.

Sliding up beside her, I gave her long ponytail a tug.

"Quit." She was concentrating hard, between the screen and her notebook.

No one was in the back of the dining room. Just us. I couldn't resist, palming her ass. She jumped, spun around, and smacked me across my face. As soon as her hand left my cheek, her body was pressed against mine.

"Oh my goodness, Micah! I'm so sorry!" She leaned back and smoothed her hand over my stinging cheek.

"It's ok beautiful." I smiled down at her concerned face. Leaning into her, I whispered, "I'll make sure your ass gets it later." Kissing her neck, I pulled away.

She stared at me in disbelief. "Seriously, Micah?"

"What?" I answered her, playfully

"You're ridiculous!" She swatted my chest and completed her order. "Your order just came up, by the way."

She walked past me, brushing the back of her hand against my crotch. At first, I couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not, but she turned her head towards me as she entered the kitchen. The mischievous grin told me it was no accident.

She reemerged behind the counter and plunked away at the computer. Pulling up the order and giving me the total. My eyebrow shot up. It was more than I was expecting, not that I couldn't cover it. Her face was partially hidden by her hand.

"What? I get off in an hour. Thank you for lunch, babe. Wait or don't wait, I'd be happy to eat with you, though." She smiled. Cunning little minx. She had ordered us lunch.

"What did you get us?"

"My favorite sub on the menu. Philly steak and cheese. One with a side salad, the other with fries."

I handed her my card and she ran it. As she gathered the food into a bag, an older woman walked up to the counter with a blinding smile.

"Afternoon sir. How was your service?"

"Excellent, as always." My eyes drifted between the two women.

"Micah, this is Kim, my boss and owner here. Kim, this is my good friend, Micah."

I shook Kim's hand across the counter and smiled politely. Her brows were raised and her expression showed shock.

"I don't want to keep you from your tables. Meet you at your place?"

"I walked. Pick me up in an hour?"

"I can do that." I wanted the playful banter, but with her boss standing there, I couldn't. "Have a good one," I stated to her boss as I turned and left with the food.

There was just enough time to go home and get a quick shower before picking her up. Our plans  for the evening needed to change a bit if she was going to eat after I picked her up.

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She climbed into my car with a huge smile on her face.

"Hey baby girl." Snaking my hand behind her neck as she reached for her seatbelt.

"Hey." She leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss. "I'm hungry," she whispered.

"I've got our subs in the back." 

"Those will do, but you'd do better."

"You'll, have, to," light kisses separating my words before I delved deeper. I pushed her chest back so she melted into her seat. Tracing my tongue along her lips, she parted them for me, letting out a moan of enjoyment. "Wait," I finished. Pulling away, leaving her bereft and speechless. She let out a groan as I put the car in drive and headed to her apartment.

It was amusing to see her squirm. The feeling was mutual. She was rubbing herself seductively in the front seat of my car. Reaching over to grip her thigh, she would swat my hand away and giggle.

"Tease," I called her out, which only made her movements more deliberate.

"You love it!" She bit the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she eased her hand under the waistband of her jeans.

Pulling into the parking spot next to hers, I threw it into park, unbuckled our belts, and slid my seat all the way back. Before she could climb out, I grabbed her by her waist and guided her over to my side. Having her straddle my lap, I needed the closeness.

Her laugh was beautiful. Placing her hands on my chest as I devoured her neck, sending her into another fit of laughter. Her hands blazed fire down my chest as her hips started to rock against me. 

"Micah?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we stay in tonight? I'll make us dinner, we could get to know each other. Just relax and chill?"

"Netflix and chill?" I arched an eyebrow at her. 

"Sure."

"So we should stop?" I whispered it into her neck before I nipped.

"As much as I don't want to, we should." She pushed away from me, glancing back to make sure she didn't honk the horn. "Can we at least get upstairs? I really want to get out of my bra."

With a smirk I slid my hand beneath her work polo. Her soft skin was warm to the touch and her back was a field of tense muscles. When I reached the band I pinched and released the tension of her bra. She slumped into me and whimpered. 

"I think you need a vacation. Your muscles are so tense. I'm at least giving you a massage tonight." I gave her a chaste kiss. "Even if we do behave tonight."

We ambled up the stairs to her apartment and I noticed the stairwell opposite her door. I supposed I stared too long because her fingers laced with mine and she said, "Rooftop access."

"How is the view?"

"I'm not sure. I've never been up there. One of my neighbors is trying to get the landlord to build a garden up there. I doubt it will happen."

"It's a great idea. Why don't you think it'll happen?"

"Our landlord is lazy." She pulled me towards her door, but I didn't move. "Come on. I'm hungry!"

"Ok, but I want to go up."

"Seriously?" She slowly backed her way into her apartment, with me in tow.

"It is supposed to be a clear, beautiful night."

"Okay, but seriously, FOOD!" She snatched the bag from my hand and headed into her kitchen. Heating her oven as she unwrapped the food. "Do you want yours heated?"

"However you make it, I'll be happy."

She put the subs and fries on a baking sheet and slid them into the oven. Pouring drinks we started chatting. Getting to know her, opening up about my life. This was almost foreign to me. I'd never felt the need to get to know the women I'd slept with. In the past, it had been about the unashamed fun and stress relief that was shared.

This was different. Remi was different. I still couldn't pinpoint it. All I knew is that I wanted to know every part of her, inside and out.

When the food was hot, she took it out. We ate casually and continued to chat. The sub was delicious. "This is really good, Remi."

"Thanks. This is one of my favorites. It doesn't hurt that I love food. It's something I'm really good at, too."

"Food?"

"Well," she finished her bite, "cooking and baking, yes."

"Then I'm in for a real treat tonight if you're still up for cooking."

"Always." She smiled as she continued eating.

There was a comfortable silence as we ate. She still was in her work attire. She had slipped out of her bra, but that was it. She had pulled her hair down and it hung in soft waves down her face and shoulder.

"You're beautiful, Remi," I said softly as she took another bite. I had caught her off guard and she stood there, wide eyed with a mouthful of her sub. Slowly smiling as she chewed.

"What's with you, Micah?" She had lowered her gaze to pick at the fries. "You don't need to say things like that to me. I know the sex has been mind-blowing, but I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were." There I stood, the one confused. The one dumbstruck and speechless. "Where is this coming from?" Coming around the counter, I needed to feel her, reassure her, but I waited.

Whipping her head up with an exacerbated sigh, her eyes bore into me. "Really? I'm a fucking waitress. You're a God of a man with your shit together. You have money and brains. You're the type of guy who could have any girl, and yet you're here with me. What the fuck are we doing, Micah?"

I couldn't contain the snort that came out when she made the comment about being God-like. As I made my way around the counter, she backed up. Cornering her, like I had the first night in her kitchen, I pinned her. One hand on her hip, my other cupping her face.

"What is so wrong with me enjoying you for who you are? So what, the sex is amazing? So what if I have money? What does that change?" My thumb brushed over her cheek as her eyes let loose tears. She moistened her lips and looked as though she wanted to say something, but didn't. "And you're partially right. Before I moved here, I was a bit of a man whore and I enjoyed it. Before I moved here, I would have never thought about being interested in a relationship, but now," my words stilled on my tongue.

"What?" She asked impatiently. Figuring out what I wanted to say to her, I'd paused too long.

"Remi, your different." I wanted to kiss her. Avoid the heavy conversation, but it seemed like I didn't have a choice, I needed to get this out. "You're not like any of the women I've ever been with. I know we haven't known each other long, but I don't want this to stop." Motioning with my hand, the space between us. "I want to get to know you and know more about what makes you, you."

"I'm a nobody."

"Bullshit!" She nearly jumped at the volume of my voice. Readjusting my stance, I leaned my hips against hers. Cupping her face in my hands, I forced her to look at me. "You want to know what I see? I see a strong and independent woman. A loyal friend who doesn't let shit get between those who matter to you. You're funny and kind and while I'm at it, you're gorgeous and in incredibly sexy."

Losing the rest of my control, I captured her mouth with mine. She gripped my sides. The head rush she was causing made my body feel like it was falling. Rolling my head down, I broke contact with her mouth. We were both panting with the firestorm we were causing.

"What are we doing, Micah?" She had closed her eyes, lips pressed together.

"What is it you want, Remi?" I couldn't answer her because the wrong head was thinking. In the moment, all I could think about is laying her back in the kitchen counter and tasting her. Making her scream my name.

"I can't think straight with you this close." The admission made me smile wickedly.

"Then maybe we shouldn't think anymore."

Taking the opening, I slid my head to her shoulder and gnawed playfully through the fabric of her shirt.

"Off," she whimpered. She wasn't meaning me. Tugging her shirt free she slipped it off.

I stopped and took a step back, breaking all contact with her, as she threw the clothes towards her bedroom. Staring at her as she lifted her gaze back to mine. I took her in. Admiring the perfection that stood on shaky legs. Her skin was smooth and soft. I knew the feel of it without touching her. Her breasts were the perfect size for my hands, slightly more than a handful, and I knew their weight. Standing back, I could feel them.

"You honestly don't see this?" My voice was rough, full of need. "Besides everything that you are inside, you are a beautiful woman. With your silky skin. Emerald eyes that I drown in every time you look at me." She looked at me with a hooded gaze, "Especially when you look at me like that. Hair that my hands beg to get tangled in. If I need to tell you every day, every hour, I will. Just to make you see what I see."

She dropped her head back as she breathed out my name.

Stalking back to her, sliding my hands over the skin above her jeans. "Say the word and we will slow this down, no more sex or heavy petting. Or we can stop, say the word and we'll stop. If you don't want me, we'll go our separate ways. Just say the word."

Her eyes were dark as she looked up at me, almost shocked that I was offering her an out. It wouldn't be fair if she didn't feel the same. If this was purely physical to her, then I had a choice. Enjoy the ride or leave.

"I can't." Her voice was sad as her arms crept around me. Tentative at first but she pulled me closer and sank into me. Resting my chin on her head, I ran my hands through her hair. "I don't want to give this up. I just don't want to get hurt. I'm not used to someone who is good to me. I don't want to stop, but I would like to slow things down. Can we do that?" The tears were back as she looked up at me.

"Of course baby girl." I lowered my head to hers, nose to nose, and wiped away a runaway tear they had gotten loose. "I can't help but notice a slight problem, though."

"What?" She whispered, so close I could pucker and kiss her.

"I'm fairly certain your nipples and my cock are trying to burn holes in my clothes to get closer to each other."

She let out a laugh before she ran her hand down my chest. "I did make you wait. I think you deserve to be rewarded."

Sinking to her knees, she released my cock from the confines of my pants. Just the air against my skin was enough to push a bead from the head. It quickly disappeared as she toyed the tip with her tongue.

"Yes," I hissed. The night had just begun and all thoughts of slowing down evaporated

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