Loving the CEO novel Chapter 32

I didn't know if I should think of the waiter interrupting us when either I or she is about to say something as a blessing or a curse. A blessing because she might say something to disappoint me or a curse because it might be the opposite. Taking up her fork, I watched her take a bite out of her food before I began speaking again. "So, Emily, what do you say to all that?"

Giving me a warm smile, she placed her fork down before she wiped her mouth with the napkin. "Let's talk about something otherwise than dating each other." Feeling rejected, and a bit hurt by what she said, I decided I was going to take another approach. I was going to get her flustered enough, which in turn would probably get annoyed and she would eventually spill the beans.

"Why are you so afraid of me Emily?" Why is it that every time I try to get close you pull away from me? Am I not charming enough?" Blushing a bright red, she looked away from my penetrating gaze and allowed her eyes to roam over the place before they landed back on me.

"Yes, you are charming and yes you are very much handsome Mr. Ja––er I mean Adam but, it's just that–––" and there it was, another fucking interruption. Why is it every time she is about to tell me why she keeps backing down and pushing away my advances when something comes up? The sound of Joe's voice came over the speakers, and it seems to be a song that she loved. She had now stopped talking and was now rocking to the sound of his voice with her eyes closed. Staring at her, I saw that she had a very serene look on her face–––it was the first time I saw her so relaxed and it was a picture my mind had captured and was now embedded in my memories.

Looking down at my plate, I saw that it was now empty, so I got up and went up towards her. "May I have this dance?" I asked while I stretched out my hands for her to take it. Opening her eyes, she looked at me and offered me a small smile before she took my hands in hers. By now, some couples were on the dancing floor moving to the song. Leading her there, I realized that she was at a distance from me, so I wrapped my hands around her waist and drew her closer to me. I could see her breasts smashed against my chest, and it took every ounce of fight that I had left in me to let my cock stay asleep rather than waking up and scaring her off.

With her hands on my shoulder and her body pressed firmly against me, we began to move to the rhythm of the song. I badly wanted to move my hands down to her arse, where I would squeeze it before nibbling on her ear, but I was afraid I would scare her off. This was the closest I have gotten and I wasn't going to let my primal urge take over.

"Say something, anything to distract these sexual thoughts" my subconscious probed. "Emily, I'm fighting everything within me to not tear off your clothes and fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you scream my name over and over again and your body is writhing beneath me." Anything but that you sex moron, my subconscious barked. Getting very much upset with myself, I finally blurted out something.

"My dad wants to meet you."