“And here I am.”
“Don’t mind us,” Julie muttered. “We can take our drunken carcasses elsewhere.”
“Not at all,” Damon said smoothly. “Can I buy you ladies your next drink? I didn’t realize I would be interrupting girls’ night out.”
Julie motioned for Faith to move down a bar stool and then Julie hopped up and took the seat that Faith vacated. “Have a seat,” she offered Damon. “If you’re buying drinks, the least you can do is get comfortable.”
“Damon, you’ve obviously met Faith, but this is our friend Julie Stanford. Julie, this is Damon Roche.”
Julie put her hand out, and Serena silently prayed that Julie would keep her mouth shut about auctions and slavery.
“Very nice to meet you, Damon. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“The pleasure is mine, Julie,” he said as he took her hand in his.
Then he turned to Serena. “Do you mind if I sit?”
“Not at all,” she said as she motioned to the stool. “Was there something you needed? Not that I mind you looking me up here,” she hurried to add, “but was there something in particular you wanted?”
“You,” he said simply.
Serena swallowed then swallowed again when the knot in her throat wouldn’t disappear.
“If you don’t already have dinner plans, I thought we could eat together and discuss . . .”
He went silent, but his meaning was clear.
Julie leaned forward. “Don’t hold back on our account, Se rena.”
“But you rode with me,” Serena protested. “I can’t leave you here.”
“I’d be happy to give your friend a ride home,” Damon said. “I’ll have someone take your car to your apartment, if that’s okay with you, and I’ll run you home later.”
Julie leaned back and stared at Damon with interest and then she returned her gaze to Serena. “Okay, forget everything I said about a take-charge man, because I’m finding it very attractive all of a sudden.”
Damon smiled, and Faith burst out laughing.
“Do you have a problem with Damon taking you home, Julie?” Serena asked. “Maybe I shouldn’t go. I hate to run out on you guys.”
“We can always have dinner another time,” Damon interjected. “Or Faith and Julie are welcome to join us, although I see Gray scowling over there, so I rather doubt he’s going to be thrilled with the idea of me walking out of here with not one, but three gorgeous women.”
“Oh, I like him,” Julie breathed. She blinked and seemed to snap out of her semi-drunken stupor. “You two go on ahead. Gray has promised to take care of getting me home.”
“Are you sure?” Serena asked.
“It’s no trouble to take you home,” Damon assured.
Julie smiled. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure you two have plenty of stuff to talk about. You know, like auctions, slave collars, chains . . .”
Serena closed her eyes and prayed for deliverance, but Damon just laughed.
“Let’s go,” Serena muttered. “Before I kill her.”
CHAPTER 10
Serena stepped into the parking lot with Damon’s hand lightly at the small of her back. She purposely kept stride with him so his hand wouldn’t slide away.
Dusk had fallen, and a faint evening breeze blew through her hair. It was less humid than usual tonight, and the sounds of the city surrounded them.
After Damon settled Serena into his car, he walked around and got into the driver’s seat. Instead of keying the ignition, he pulled out his cell phone, and she listened as he directed his driver to meet them at the restaurant to collect her car keys.
“Sam will drive your car to your apartment tonight after I’ve dropped you back home so that he can give the keys to you. I’ll make sure he phones ahead so you’re expecting him.”
Serena laid a hand on Damon’s wrist as he went to insert the key in the ignition. “You didn’t have to do this, Damon. You could always just drop me back by here to get my car after we’ve eaten.”
He started the car and then reached out to touch her cheek. “It’s no trouble at all, Serena. Better get used to me taking care of you, because I assure you, while you are mine, I’ll be seeing to your every need.”
Her throat seized, and a thousand butterflies took wing in her stomach. He made it sound so enticing, so beautiful. Not at all like the stark image that the word slave invoked.
“I think I’m going to like it,” she said softly.
“I intend that you will.”
As he drove out of the parking lot, he reached over and slid his hand over hers. His thumb rubbed lightly up and down one of her fingers as he maneuvered the busy streets.
“I like touching you,” he said as he saw her staring at his hand. “You have infinitely touchable skin.”
“I don’t mind,” she said huskily. “Your hands are strong. I like them against my skin.”
His eyes flickered in the glow cast back by numerous headlights. “Soon you will feel me on every part of your body, Serena. Are you prepared for that? Do you lie awake at night and think of me touching your breasts? Your lips? Between your thighs?”
Her senses came alive as if he commanded them. An exotic tingle scurried from her pelvis to her breasts, squeezing her nipples into taut points.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I find myself impatient to own you,” he murmured. “It’s why I sought you out tonight. I wanted to tell you that the arrangements for the auction have been made.”
She trembled, and he tightened his grip on her hand as if to soothe her.
“We need to talk about what happens afterward,” she said.
“Yes, we do. I’d like a week where I have you completely and wholly to myself. You mentioned a month’s time frame for your fantasy, and I realize you can’t take the entire month away from your business, but can you arrange to have a week off directly after the auction?”
She licked her lips and found herself clutching at his hand. “I’m sure I can. What happens after that week, though? When I go back to work?”
He smiled. “You go to work just like any other day. But at the end of your work day, you return to me and surrender to my care and keeping.”
“And when I have obligations outside work?”
“You will, of course, keep them. I’m not a monster, Serena. All I ask is that when you’re with me, your time is mine.”
She nodded. “Okay. I can agree to your terms.”
“They’re your terms,” he said calmly. “I’m only fulfilling your deepest desires.”
“Yes, I know. And thank you. I think.”
She smiled as her voice came out all quivery. He smiled back and squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Give me a chance to make you happy, Serena.”
She cocked her head sideways to look at him. “You know, somehow I can’t imagine not being happy with you.”
He raised her hand and brushed his lips across her knuckles. “It is my goal for you to enjoy our every moment together.”
She leaned back in her seat, hazy with contentment. Damon did that to her. Relaxed her and made her feel at ease. Like she could trust him. Which was absurd when she thought about it. She’d known him such a short period of time, but he got her. Without question, without reservation. He didn’t judge her. He accepted her.
He kept her hand in his lap for the duration of the drive. When he wasn’t stroking her fingers, he ran his fingertips up and down her wrist and up the inside of her arm.
It was addicting. He was addicting, and the scary thing was that their relationship had yet to go beyond a simple touch, a light caress or a sizzling look. He could spell trouble for her in a big, big way if she wasn’t careful.
He drove to the same restaurant they’d had their first meeting at, and they were ushered back to the private dining room. At night, it took on a whole different atmosphere. The lighting was dim and more intimate. The drapes were drawn back from the large picture window, and the city skyline twinkled brightly on the horizon.