was no longer in sight, he drew in a deep breath, knowing it would be one of those kinds of nights. The only good thing about knowing it was being fully aware of how it would end.
He would let her decide whose bed they would sleep in tonight. It didn’t matter to him since he didn’t intend for them to get much sleep. That was why he intended to feed her well because she would definitely need all her energy for later.
“I’m ready, Riley.”
That made two of them. He was ready, as well.
“I guess now is the time to ask whether I’ll be coming back here tonight,” she said. He saw the flash of color that appeared in her cheeks and knew the topic of what they intended to do later made her blush. He smiled thinking that she would be doing a whole hell of a lot of blushing later, if she had any shy bones in her body.
He shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “It’s your decision. It doesn’t matter to me where we make love.”
His bluntness caused the color in her cheeks to deepen, but that did nothing for the heated look she gave him from beneath her silky long lashes. He knew it was unintentional, but nobody informed his erection, which was beginning to throb like hell. When she nervously licked her lips, he knew that if he didn’t get her out of there now he would be initiating a roll on the floor in the next few minutes.
“I’d like to come back here,” she said softly, holding his gaze.
“Then we shall. Ready?”
She nodded and led him to the door for them to leave. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t a moment too soon.
* * *
“Welcome tonight, Mr. Westmoreland. Your table is ready.”
“Thanks, Pierre,” Riley said, handing his coat to the manager of the restaurant.
While Riley assisted Alpha in removing her coat, she thanked the older man, who had a deep French accent, a Maurice Chevalier reincarnated. He gave her a brilliant smile, leaned in and lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “Welcome to Les’ Amores, mademoiselle. You are most beautiful.”
She smiled at the compliment. “Thank you.”
He straightened and then grabbed a couple of menus from a nearby rack. “Please follow me.”
Alpha glanced at her surroundings as they followed their host. She had been quite taken with the French restaurant the moment Riley had turned into the courtyard of fine shops and boutiques. Since moving to Denver she had heard about Les’ Amores but had never had the opportunity to dine at the plush brasserie.
As Pierre led them through the main dining area, she took note of the adobe brick walls lined with ornamental racks filled with fine wine and crystal glasses. The tables were adorned with red silk tablecloths and candle lanterns. Authentic French artwork hung on the walls and a large fireplace with a roaring blaze was in the middle of the room.
Instead of seating them at one of the vacant tables they passed, Pierre escorted them to a room in the back that had a table set for two. The room was quaint with wooden beam ceilings and a huge brick fireplace. Cozy and private.
Riley moved to pull out her chair before Pierre had a chance to do so and leaned close to her ear to whisper, “I love your outfit, but I can’t wait to take it off you.” She couldn’t help the blush that crept into her features. She knew he was telling her that the seduction of Alpha Blake had begun.
He took his chair and Pierre handed them menus and proceeded to offer his recommendations for that night. That done, he asked about wine and Riley named a brand she’d never heard of. When she looked at him, he turned sensual dark eyes on her and said, “It’s a magnificent blend. You’ll like it.”
She nodded, swallowing deeply and wondering if she would need something stronger to get her through the evening. “I’m sure I will.”
Pierre left them and within minutes was back to pour their wine. “I’ll give you time to look at the menu,” he said, easing from the room and leaving them alone.
Alpha
He would let her decide whose bed they would sleep in tonight. It didn’t matter to him since he didn’t intend for them to get much sleep. That was why he intended to feed her well because she would definitely need all her energy for later.
“I’m ready, Riley.”
That made two of them. He was ready, as well.
“I guess now is the time to ask whether I’ll be coming back here tonight,” she said. He saw the flash of color that appeared in her cheeks and knew the topic of what they intended to do later made her blush. He smiled thinking that she would be doing a whole hell of a lot of blushing later, if she had any shy bones in her body.
He shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “It’s your decision. It doesn’t matter to me where we make love.”
His bluntness caused the color in her cheeks to deepen, but that did nothing for the heated look she gave him from beneath her silky long lashes. He knew it was unintentional, but nobody informed his erection, which was beginning to throb like hell. When she nervously licked her lips, he knew that if he didn’t get her out of there now he would be initiating a roll on the floor in the next few minutes.
“I’d like to come back here,” she said softly, holding his gaze.
“Then we shall. Ready?”
She nodded and led him to the door for them to leave. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t a moment too soon.
* * *
“Welcome tonight, Mr. Westmoreland. Your table is ready.”
“Thanks, Pierre,” Riley said, handing his coat to the manager of the restaurant.
While Riley assisted Alpha in removing her coat, she thanked the older man, who had a deep French accent, a Maurice Chevalier reincarnated. He gave her a brilliant smile, leaned in and lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “Welcome to Les’ Amores, mademoiselle. You are most beautiful.”
She smiled at the compliment. “Thank you.”
He straightened and then grabbed a couple of menus from a nearby rack. “Please follow me.”
Alpha glanced at her surroundings as they followed their host. She had been quite taken with the French restaurant the moment Riley had turned into the courtyard of fine shops and boutiques. Since moving to Denver she had heard about Les’ Amores but had never had the opportunity to dine at the plush brasserie.
As Pierre led them through the main dining area, she took note of the adobe brick walls lined with ornamental racks filled with fine wine and crystal glasses. The tables were adorned with red silk tablecloths and candle lanterns. Authentic French artwork hung on the walls and a large fireplace with a roaring blaze was in the middle of the room.
Instead of seating them at one of the vacant tables they passed, Pierre escorted them to a room in the back that had a table set for two. The room was quaint with wooden beam ceilings and a huge brick fireplace. Cozy and private.
Riley moved to pull out her chair before Pierre had a chance to do so and leaned close to her ear to whisper, “I love your outfit, but I can’t wait to take it off you.” She couldn’t help the blush that crept into her features. She knew he was telling her that the seduction of Alpha Blake had begun.
He took his chair and Pierre handed them menus and proceeded to offer his recommendations for that night. That done, he asked about wine and Riley named a brand she’d never heard of. When she looked at him, he turned sensual dark eyes on her and said, “It’s a magnificent blend. You’ll like it.”
She nodded, swallowing deeply and wondering if she would need something stronger to get her through the evening. “I’m sure I will.”
Pierre left them and within minutes was back to pour their wine. “I’ll give you time to look at the menu,” he said, easing from the room and leaving them alone.
Alpha
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