Page 7 of Enchanting Him
“Get back to work before I fire all of you.”
“Seriously boss, what the hell was that?” Loren asks as she loads a tray with food for one of her tables. “I mean, you neverpay attention to any of the women that come after you when they learn you own this place or have money so…”
“She doesn’t have a clue who I am,” I state, fighting to stop the smile that news creates within me. No way does she know that if she didn’t know what camping or reservations were. “She’s in town with some girlfriends from home. Honestly, from what she said, I think she grew up in some cult or with some religious group that wouldn’t let them learn about the real world. She wants to experience a bit of life but on her terms.”
“Uh huh…and you’re just going to oblige her?” Loren questions with a laugh when I shrug. “If I knew you liked them naïve I could definitely have set you up before now with some of the ones I’ve met who turned out to not be into girls.”
“They wouldn’t have been her,” I muse before grabbing some batter to make her a dessert style crepe. If my girl loves pancakes, she’ll likely enjoy it. At least I hope she does because cooking for her, makes me enjoy cooking in a way I haven’t in a long time, and I want to do it for the rest of my life.
I load up a tray with all of the items then take it out to my angel, realizing I never asked her her name. A growl slips out of my throat seeing another man trying to talk to her and I slip the tray onto the table, before giving the man a glare when he turns my way.
“Get. Lost,” I warn him, shooting him the darkest, iciest look that I’m glad to see matches the one in my girl’s eyes as she looks at him. “You okay, angel?” I add when he gives in and walks back into the bar section of the restaurant, leaving me alone with my girl once more.
“I am now,” she says, smiling sweetly at me and fuck, if I didn’t want her to try everything I made her right now, I’d be throwing her over my shoulder and taking her home with me this instant.
“Good, I’m Dylan, by the way,” I add, slipping onto the tall barstool of the high-top table she’s sitting at, after bringing it closer to her side.
“Melodia,” she replies softly and shit, her name is as sweet and perfect as she is, but with her friends’ names, I’m definitely getting more cult and religious vibes. I really hope I can convince her to stay and not go back to it because I don’t think I’ll survive without her.
“Beautiful like my angel,” I tease before moving the tray so it’s fully on the table, bringing her gaze down to the items there. The way they widen in delight and surprise fills me with warmth and I grab the forks before spearing a steak medallion and offering it to her. “This one’s the steak. It’s brandied in a peppercorn cream sauce that gives it a hint of spice.”
Those pillowy lips wrap around the fork I hold, and it makes my dick twitch, wishing they were wrapped around it, especially when she lets out a moan with her eyes holding mine. It takes everything within me to stop from tackling her to the ground and fucking her right here as I finish feeding her the samples of all of the different items.
If we were the only ones here. If I knew no other man would see her sweet little body bare, I’d do it, not giving a damn that someone watched.
“And this one,” I tell her, cutting into the crepe with the cream cheese filling, “is a dessert crepe. You’re not allergic to strawberries are you?” I add when she hesitates as her eyes flicker to it.
“No, I just…”
“What angel?” I ask loving the pink that hits her cheeks every time I call her that over her name now.
“What’s a dessert?” she asks in return and a rush of fury floods me to know that she doesn’t know what a dessert is. I try to calm myself as I take a deep breath. Maybe they simplycalled them something different? Like desserts also being called pudding in England.
“It’s a sweets course, or treat, at the end of a meal,” I tell her, and the little grin that hits her face gives me that warm feeling all throughout me once more. “This one has strawberries and a cream cheese filling, with a chocolate sauce on top,” I add, offering her the bite and the moan that comes from her when she eats it, has spurts of cum leaking from my cock.
“Oh gods…Dylan, that’s so good,” she sighs, smiling fully as I offer her another bite.
“Better than pancakes?” I tease, laughing when it seems to create a serious debate inside her mind. “Or how about just as good?”
“Definitely just as good,” she agrees when she finishes the last bite of it and I lift my thumb to her lip, taking away the bit of chocolate that clung to her naturally pink lips, and I suck it off getting my first hint of her taste. If I could bottle it, I know I’d be the richest man alive, and I can’t wait to discover all of her tastes. Hopefully very soon—very,verysoon.
Chapter 3
Melodia
Ican’t stop the little gasp that falls when Dylan slows his car down in front of a huge, gorgeous building, watching as the wall moves, creating an opening that he pulls the car into. My brows furl a bit as he turns off the car, hitting a button and the wall comes back down, shutting us into this room.
“Welcome to my home,” he says, opening his door and I glance around the space as he comes around and opens the door for me, pulling me out of the seat. I’m still trying to catch up to what’s going on when he pushes open a door and moves into into a new space, my bag with the borrowed clothes and money in his free hand.
I was so shocked when he came up to me in the restaurant earlier tonight, I couldn’t really think about anything but how much I wanted to be wrapped in his arms. He’s just as big as the men that Serenia and Celestia met earlier, and I wonder if we seemed to feel the way we did because of how big they all were. I can’t say for certain that’s why though. So many men came over to me while I tried to figure out what to ask for, keeping me frombeing able to decide, and a few were close to Dylan’s size, but I didn’t feel a thing until I saw him.
And oh gods, the way my body shivered and ached whenever his tone would get growly was something I never knew existed. If it’s how Serenia and Celestia felt with the men they met, I can understand why they went with them—or stayed with them so easily.
I was shocked when he said he’d make me something to eat, not realizing that he must work there until he moved into the space where I’d seen food coming out of, and no one stopped him. When he came back with half a dozen items, I wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him, but that was nothing compared to how badly I wanted to do just that when I actually tried the food. I was so full when I finished that the skirt I was wearing felt tight around me, making me want to take it off, but I figured that would definitely be frowned upon, based on the looks I was getting as I rubbed my belly.
Dylan refused to take any of the money I tried to pull out of my bag, simply took the bag and my hand, and led me out of the restaurant through the kitchen—as he told me it was when I asked where we were. He told everyone he was leaving for the night, and then put me into his car, and brought me here, and it seems that like the restaurant with the different spaces, this place has them too.
“This is the mudroom,” Dylan explains as he flips on lights, and I glance around as he shuts the door behind us. “That’s the backdoor so you can go out into the fenced in backyard and this door’s to the garage. It’s where I keep the car at night,” he adds when my brow lifts a bit.