“I’m a gentleman, Ms. Hilton. I open doors. I pull out chairs. I treat you like a lady until it’s time to be otherwise. You feel me?” My clit thumped. She felt exactly where he was coming from without him having to say it. I swallowed hard as I nodded. “I feel you.” “Good. I trust this is the first and last time we have this conversation, love.” I smiled. “Yes, sir.” He reached for my hand and helped me out of the truck. Lacing my fingers through his, we walked to the front door of the restaurant.
