Free For His Pleasure, Book 1 (The Submission of Miss Masters, Domination, BDSM) by Kelly Favor Page B

date.”
    “What’s a real date?”
    “Don’t play dumb,” she told him.
    His jaw stiffened. “I’m not playing anything.”
    She folded her arms. “I’ll go back to your special room,” she said. “Gladly.”
    “That’s better,” he smiled.
    “ After we have a proper date.”
    Now he looked like he’d just drank liquid soap. “Fine. Have it your way, Nicole.”
    He made an abrupt U-turn and took off in the opposite direction, even faster than before.
    Within ten minutes, they arrived at a restaurant called The Davenport. A valet took his keys and called him Mr. Jameson in a familiar way. Red escorted Nicole past a small coterie of waiting patrons and smiled at the hostess. “Table for two, if you please.”
    “Of course. Right away,” she said, scurrying for menus and took them right to one of the few remaining window seats.
    “I’m a little underdressed,” Nicole said, after they’d taken their seats.
    He shrugged. “You wanted a real date, you didn’t specify that I had to accommodate your choice of attire.”
    “Fair enough.” She smiled at him. “I like this.” She started browsing the menu.
    It consisted of foods that she’d never had before, the kind of stuff she’d seen while watching the Food Network perhaps, but never in real life.
    She was still trying to decide on something when the waiter appeared. He was thin, small, older, with a tiny mustache. “Mister Jameson, what can I get for you sir?”
    Red took her menu from her and handed it to the waiter. “She will have the duck cassoulet and I will have the agnolotti with squid.”
    “Wonderful choices, sir.”
    “Also, a bottle of the Latour Pauillac,” Red added, handing his menu to the waiter with finality.
    The waiter nodded briskly, turned on his heel and hurried away.
    Red turned his attention to her now. He folded his hands on the table. “Do you like it here?”
    “It’s very elegant. But it would have been nice if you’d asked what I wanted to eat. I was going to order the organic chicken.”
    “Why?”
    “Why what?”
    “Why were you going to order the organic chicken?”
    She hesitated, realizing she didn’t even know why. “Because…”
    “Because it was safe.”
    She frowned. “I like chicken.”
    “Then you’ll love the duck cassoulet.”
    “You need to be in control all of the time,” she said. “It must get exhausting for you.”
    He shrugged. “I think it’s worked out pretty well for me.”
    “It’s exhausting for anyone who has to deal with you.”
    His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Depends on who you ask.”
    “I’m sure all the girls you bring back to the apartment love it.”
    The waiter came to the table with the wine, showed it to them both, and opened it with a flourish. Red tasted it and seemed to approve, so the waiter poured them each a half glass and set the bottle in the center of the table before leaving.
    Nicole sipped her wine. It tasted amazing, better than any drink she’d ever had.
    She was trying to decide if the wonderful taste of her wine was more an after-effect of being in Red’s presence. Everything seemed better right now. Her clothes felt sexier, her eyes sharper, she heard everything.
    The clinking forks and knives as an older couple ate something unrecognizable at a table just over Red’s shoulder, someone across the room tittering laughter.
    Red was looking at her with interest. “You’re so young,” he marveled.
    She shrugged. “I guess.”
    “Perhaps too young for such a complicated relationship.”
    “And perhaps you’re too old to be playing games all the time.” She arched her eyebrow at him.
    “Touché.” He grinned and sipped his wine.
    A few minutes later, the waiter brought their food on steaming hot plates. Nicole ate her duck without any outward signs of hesitation, knowing that Red would be looking for any excuse to poke fun at her naiveté.
    And in any case, the food was tasty; she did enjoy the duck after all.
    “So what’s it