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          WEDNESDAY thankfully wasn't as busy as it was Monday at the office. If it was, I would of been way too tired to be with Nico tonight and since he mentioned it, I've been excited ever since. Picking out the underwear I bought on Saturday, a red bra with black lace and a matching pair of panties, I smile thinking about Nico's reaction to my under garments; especially when I take off the love cut, red cold shoulder top and high waisted black jeans I'm wearing.
He said he was taking me out to dinner first, something I didn't expect. I thought we'd just have dinner at home, kicking Nate out the house like he did with Nico the other night and then he'll show me his playroom afterwards, but Nico said he wanted to take me out - actually out. Like out on a real date. To say my stomach didn't turn with butterflies when he said date I would be lying because it did, his words physically made me bounce with excitement.
When I walk downstairs, my black vans on my feet to complete my outfit I wince thinking about how much better my clothes would look if I had shoes on. The only problem is, I can't walk in heels and the flat pair of shoes I do have are the only flat shoes I have that I wear to the office. At some point I'll need to go shopping with Sophie before she leaves to go back to college and get myself a few pairs of flat black shoes so I'm not always wearing trainers.

"You sure I can wear my trainers to dinner?" I say when I hit the last step at the bottom of the stairs.

"Your sneakers are fine princess, the restaurant won't care how your dressed," he says turning towards me smiling, wearing a pair of smart black dress trousers and fitted red shirt, his black suit jacket hangs open, giving me a clear view of his bare chest where he has left some buttons undone near the top.

"How fancy is this place your taking me to anyway? Because you know I don't need all that fancy-schmancy restaurant stuff, I'm quite happy with us just getting a burger or something or better yet, take out is fine."

He smiles, his bright teeth shining as he walks towards me and places a kiss to my temple. "And that is why your perfect princess, but some times I'm going to want to spoil you, tonight being one of them."

"Are you just trying to butter me up before tying me up?" I say without even thinking and mentally face palm myself, instantly regretting the words that fell from my mouth. When I turn my gaze back to him, his teeth has his bottom lip trapped, his gaze burning while I can only imagine what kind of images are flashing through his mind.

"Baby steps princess, baby steps," he growls lowly and stalks towards me in long strides. His eyes burning with want, making my insides pull and twist with the way he's looking at me.

"Is it hot in here?" I think, wanting to fan myself.

My thoughts are cut when I hear a whistle behind me, footsteps padding along the floor towards me then two big strong arms wrap around me. "Can't believe I'm leaving you alone with him dressed like this beautiful," Nate growls in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin, sending tingles down my spine.

"I was alone with you Monday."

"And I'm still jealous," he chuckles deeply.

"You hooking up with Aaron and Cole?"

"Yeah," Nate replies to Nico and untangles himself from me. "Aaron invited us round to his for a couple of beers, he's got a new pool table so that's gonna be my evening." My cheeks flush hearing the words "pool table." Since my first sexual encounter with Nico on their black and red pool table in the den downstairs, I haven't been able to go near it without seeing the stain I left behind that day. I still need to get that fixed when I get paid.

"Something wrong princess?" Nico says with a smirk, clearly seeing my pinked cheeks of embarrassment. He winks at me with a knowing look and I'm sure my face heats up even more than before.

"No," I squeak.

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           RIDING IN THE back seat of a black BMW, I stare through the partition at the back of the drivers head. When the car pulled up I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the luxury car, even though it was a very nice vehicle. Nico really didn't need to go through all this trouble for a date; I'm a simple girl and taking one of their cars to a drive-thru for a burger would of been enough for me, but Nico's scolded look when I rolled my eyes basically said I just had to deal with it.

"You know, you didn't need to hire a driver to impress me right?"

"I know princess, but I didn't want to drink and drive, plus he works for Scott."

"Your cousin?"

"Yeah, he owns his own private car company so the perks of being family is that we get a discount for services when needed," he smiles.

"And this is needed?" I enquire again with a smile.

"Definitely," he winks.

We pull up to a restaurant somewhere in the city. I've never been around here before because if I'm honest I don't really have the sort of money you need to eat around here, but people like Nico and Nate do. The driver, a middle aged man dress in a black suit with salt and pepper hair hops out to open Nico's door, but it's too late. He's already opened his door and standing before the driver makes it to him; he holds his tattooed hand out to me and I place mine in his so he can help me out of the car. Interlinking our fingers together he turns to the driver, addressing him informally for a man whose getting paid to be our driver for the night.

"I've got an extra table for you downstairs Frank, I'll text you thirty minute before we're ready to leave."

"You didn't have to sir, I'm more than happy to wait here," the driver whose name I now know as Frank shakes his head and holds his hands up in protest.

"I wanted to, I don't want you sitting in the car while we're having dinner. Order anything you like, it's on me, no arguments, understand?" Nico says to him, his face emotionless. He maybe a cold hearted man to some, but when he does things like this, things that are rarely seen by many, I know he has a big heart inside.

"Yes sir. Thank you Mr Greyson," Frank says and Nico nods to him.

"C'mon princess," he says pulling me towards the door of the restaurant.

The outside is busy with patrons, dozens of tables with red tablecloth's with matching wooden chairs - a bow tied to the back to match the colour of the cloth draped over each table. There's a wooden trellis hovering over their heads, fake ivy climbing up the sides of the wood and over everyone's head with white flowers woven between the beams and the green leaves give a very romantic feel to the place.
The sound of clatter as utensils hit plates are heard under the low murmur of chatter as each guest at each table chats to one another. There's a low hum of violins heard in the background, only adding to the atmosphere. We move through the tables, following a stone path through the middle, up the steps to the large glass doors where I finally see the name in gold lettering across the door, "Alessandro's."
Nico holds the door for me, his hand placed on the small of my back as he ushers me in to be greeted by a woman, no older than 22yrs old, dressed in a small black dress, her dirty blonde hair cascading down her shoulders while her cleavage is on full display and when her eyes meet Nico, completely ignoring my presence, she pulls her dress down further.

"Good evening, table for three?" She questions, her brown eyes still raking over Nico, basically eye raping him and all those annoying thoughts I had at the party last week towards Melanie start up again.

"I'm going to turn into one of those jealous girlfriends," I pout to myself.

"Reservation under Greyson," Nico simple says and when my eyes look up I notice he's not looking at the hostess, but down at me, admiration in his blue orbs. I look back at the blonde, Nico's gaze too intense for the audience around us even though it's only two people.

"Greyson? Oh, erm," her eyes widen and she starts to fidget, the look of nerves across her face.

"Nicholas, Benvenuto... you finally made it to your own masterpiece," a deep voice says, slipping through the door on our left.

I finally feel Nico's eyes drift from looking at me to the man standing next to us. The man is tall, not as tall as Nico, but definitely a inch or two taller than me, his thick brown hair flops to one side and his brown eyes look kind and inviting. His suit is navy, with a crisp white shirt and a black tie making him seem professional. I'm guessing either the owner or possibly the manger, I'm not sure which, but there's a smile etched not only on his face, but Nico's too as he greets the man with a shake of his hand.

"Carman, stop drooling and show the gentlemen at the back to table nine."

"Yes Mr De Silva," she says scurrying away from us, grabbing a menu and walking away from us with Frank behind her.

"I trust everything is ready?"

"I saw to everything myself, follow me," the man says with a smile.

Taking my hand, we walk through the door to the left and when I look back where the hostess and Frank have walked off I see they are in another room with more diners eating. We follow the stairs up, Nico in front of me with his hand still in mine, climbing each step to the next floor. The room up here is dark, only light drifting through the large windowed doors across the room where a table sits alone, two chairs with cutlery and glasses placed upon it. The table is draped in the same tablecloth as all the rest of the tables downstairs, including the matching chairs with the bow.
When we step out into the summer evening air I get a better look around the terrace, leaving the darken room behind us. The floor is wooden, with a bricked off balcony, the same ivy and white flowers downstairs run across the rim of the balcony with fairy light intertwined between. This terrace looks like it's big enough to fit as least fifteen tables, but there is just one and it doesn't take a genius to know that we are dining alone tonight.

"Thank you for this Bruno."

"Your more than welcome Nicholas. As requested you'll be left alone until you need anything, just press this and I'll come to take your orders. May I offer you anything to drink while you look at the menu?" Bruno says, handing Nico a phone like device with a illuminated button on the front.

"Bottle of your very best red wine and a root beer please," he responds with a smile. I mentally eye roll knowing that the root beer is for me, I'm not 21 yet and he never likes me to drink underage.

"My pleasure, I'll be back in a moment," Bruno gestures to the table and heads back to the top of the stairs we just came from.

"How in the world did you pull all this off?" I say, his hand pushing gently on the small of my back, guiding me to the table and pulling my chair back. I take a seat, smiling at him in thanks as he pushes my chair under me.

"Bruno and his cousin Marco came to my mom as a client about two years ago. She insisted I take the job and this was my first major project I designed myself."

"You designed this?" I say looking around me then I watch him, admiring the man as his rounds the table, placing his hand on the back of the his chair to pull out and takes his own seat. He nods at my question with a smile, picking up the leather book that is the menu and opens it up, but doesn't look straight at it.

"Bruno and Marco always wanted their own restaurant, all with their grandmothers recipes and Marco is the head chef while Bruno is the manager. When I called them Monday to book the table, Bruno didn't hesitate to give me what I asked for," he smiles cheekily like a man who has all the power.

"And we couldn't of had dinner with everyone else downstairs?" I say with a raised brow, picking up my own menu to look at.

"By all means princess, I've got no problem having dinner with everyone else downstairs, but if we are to discuss my sexual desires for you, I would prefer if we were alone," he says, his eyes burning with lust. I can't speak, my mouth has lost the capability to work and actually form words. "My sexual desires for you..." his words play on repeat in my head and all I can look at is him, even when his eyes disconnect with mine, roaming the menu in front of him with a smirk.

Bruno comes back with a tray in his hand, a bottle of red wine and a decanter along with my bottle of root beer and a glass resting on top of it. "This is my personal favourite, it's Australian and will go perfectly with any red meat dish or pasta," Bruno smiles opening the bottle and pouring some into the wine glass on the table.

Nico smiles, taking the stem of the glass and swirls the wine around the glass before breathing in the red liquid deeply and he sips it slowly - all while looking directly at me. "Perfect, thank you Bruno."

"Prego," he says in a Italian accent and pours my own drink into a tall glass for me. "Marco has suggested pasta di mare di mamma, it's a seafood pasta in a spicy tomato sauce or anatra suprema della nonna, duck in a very nice cherry sauce," Bruno says, speaking in Italian to name the dishes.

"Grazie Bruno, decideremo presto," Nico responds and I'm surprised by him speaking Italian back to Bruno.

"I didn't know you spoke Italian?" I say as Bruno walks away with a nod and back downstairs.

"Only a few sentences here and there princess, I'm not flaunt," I nod at him, then look down at the menu in my hands and my eyes bulge out at the prices on the list.

"Nico, I can barely afford anything on this menu."

"Who said your paying?"

"But-"

"Ryan," he warns, his brow raised at me and I instantly purse my lips thinking about him paying for everything tonight. "I want to treat my girl to dinner, so accept it."

"But Nico, it's so expensive."

"It's fine, pick anything you want off the menu, if you don't," he says leaning forward, "I will purposely choose the most expensive dish for you myself," his are words stern. I mentally eye roll at him again, probably the hundredth time tonight, not realising I actually do it and by the surprised look on his face right now, I guess I'll have some spanks waiting for me at home.

Nico leans forward, the menu in his hands forgotten as he places it down and studies me. "Did you just rolls your eyes at me baby girl," his voice rumbles, sending my insides to tingle.

"No," I say shaking my head and looking back down at the menu.

"No? Am I seeing things?" He questions and I look up into his blue orbs. He smirks at me playfully, but his eyes are daring me to lie to him again.

"Should of brought your glasses," I shrug, looking back down at the menu.

Nico stands, the chair legs scrapping along the ground as he does and slowly moves towards me. I gulp thickly, knowing I've annoyed him, but some sort of sadistic side of me loves to piss him off if it means I get spanked by him. He stands close to me, heat radiating off his body, but I still look down at my menu, trying to play off that it's the most interesting thing in the room.
   Slowly Nico's fingers hook under my chin, pulling my gaze to him. His eyes are smouldering, a deep navy colour that I'm all too familiar with. I lick my dry lips and he watches the action with intense. I know I've somewhat disobeyed him, the eye roll, the lying about said eye roll, but like I said, the sadistic part of me wants that delicious feeling of him spanking me.

"Stop being a brat, princess. We're here to have a nice meal together, so stop trying to get a reaction out of me. I'm more than happy to bend you over that balcony, pull down your jeans down and spank that pretty ass of yours raw while you watch everyone down there eating," he says, nodding to the other customer's eating outside. He leans forward, his lips inches from mine and I silently beg him to devour my lips. "Your punishment won't be the spanks or how hard I do them, but the fact that you won't be able to make a sound," he whispers. "Now, be a good girl while we're out. Playtime is later," he says, the husk of his voice rippling through me, sending goosebumps across my skin.

"Like he said Ryan, playtime is later. Stoping being a brat," I think.

"Yes sir," I whisper.

Nico smirks, planting a gentle kiss to my lips and he releases my chin. Walking back to his chair opposite me, he readjusts his belt and I see his growing member behind his fitted trousers. I may have been a bit of a brat just now, but he's clearly turned on by my disobedience.

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I so badly want to go on a date with this man!
Anyone else? No?
Oh well, he's all mine then...
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