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“Oh wow,” I moan. “That is by far the best gelato I have ever tasted.”
“I told you it was a good place,” Wyatt says. “But you’re only partly right. The chocolate is better than the strawberry.”
“No way,” I say.
Wyatt puts some chocolate gelato on his spoon and holds it out to me. I take it and try the chocolate gelato and he’s right, it is damned good, but I still think I prefer the strawberry. I hold out my spoon loaded with the strawberry gelato and instead of taking the spoon, Wyatt moves closer to me and eat the gelato off the spoon with me still holding it. I feel my pussy clench as he looks into my eyes as he swallows.
“Ok, let’s compromise. They are both better than literally anywhere else,” Wyatt says.
I squirm slightly in my chair, not sure if I want to take the pressure of my pulsing clit or whether I want to press down on it harder, and I smile and nod.
“Deal,” I say.
We chat while we finish up our gelato and coffee. When I finish my coffee, I am more than satisfied, but I’m really enjoying Wyatt ‘s company and I don’t want the night to end, so when he asks if I fancy one more, I happily agree. We are getting flirty, there’s no denying that, but he’s also making me laugh, and when my hand touches his as I put my cup down on the table, he doesn’t move his hand away and I don’t either.
CHAPTER14
Serena
We are on dangerous ground, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted Wyatt for so long and now he’s starting to act as though he might feel the same way as I do, I am not going to run from this. I pick my coffee back up with my other hand so that I still don’t have to move the hand that has contact with Wyatt ‘s hand. I sip my coffee and look around, and as much as I don’t want to break the spell, I know I have to speak up.
“Wyatt, we’re the only ones left in here,” I say. “I think they’re waiting to close.”
Wyatt looks around and makes a face at me that says he feels guilty. He waves at the waiter and asks him for the bill. As we wait for the bill, Guiseppe comes over and asks us if everything was ok with our food. We both gush over how amazing it was and Guiseppe’s face lights up.
“I’m sorry we overstayed our welcome,” Wyatt says. “I promised you we wouldn’t do that and yet here we are.”
“Nonsense,” Guiseppe says, waving away Wyatt’s apology. “You could not overstay your welcome here because you are always welcome.”
He squeezes my shoulder and then Wyatt’s and then he moves away as Ricardo comes back with the bill. Wyatt takes it and then he takes a small handful of bills from his wallet and leaves them with the bill, and we get up and head for the door. We call our goodbyes and Ricardo and Guiseppe return them and then we are out in the street and Guiseppe slides the bolt across on the door behind us, turning the little sign from open to closed. I glance at my watch, and I am surprised to see that it’s after half past eleven.
“Where abouts do you live?” Wyatt asks me as we walk to his car. I tell him and he raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Yes, why? Is there something wrong with that area or something?” I ask with a frown.
“No, I’m just surprised that out of the whole city, you live between the office and my place. That’s good really though. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll drop you off at home now and pick you up tomorrow, save going back for your car,” he says.
“Yeah sure, that’s great,” I say.
Does he really mean he’s just going to drop me off, or is he hoping I’ll invite him in, because that obviously wouldn’t happen if we went back for my car. I don’t know if that is what he wants, and to be honest, I don’t know if I’ll be brave enough to ask him in, but I want to. God how I want to.
We are almost at my place, and I’m still debating whether or not I dare invite Wyatt in when it suddenly hits me that I don’t have my keys. They are in my jacket pocket and my jacket is still hanging up in my office at work. When I left my office, I was only planning on going to the kitchen or the Seven Eleven and coming straight back and when Wyatt asked me to have dinner with him, I was so flustered that when he asked if I had everything I needed, I just said yes. It was a warm enough night that I didn’t need the jacket and I didn’t even give my keys a second thought until now.
“Fuck,” I say underneath my breath.
“What’s up?” Wyatt says, glancing across at me and then turning his attention back to the almost deserted road we are moving along on.
“I’ve left my keys at work,” I tell him sheepishly. “I’m sorry, can we go back to the office?”
He glances at his watch and shakes his head.
“It’s after eleven, that’ll mean calling the super of the building to let us in. You can just stay at my place,” Wyatt says. “If you are ok with that of course.”
I feel a tingle go through my body and the hairs on my arms stand up.
“Yeah, that’s ok with me,” I manage to say.
It confirms that I was right; he was angling for an invite in when he dropped me off, otherwise he would have taken me to the office. People like Wyatt don’t worry about calling the super of the building out of hours. It’s not like he can get him fired or anything.