Her Dominant Dragon

Chapter Five

“Get whatever you want, I’m paying.”  Mr. Blackwell said not looking up from the leather-bound menu, I looked up at him, my eyes widening.  

This place was much nicer than I could afford and I let out a small sigh of relief that he would be picking up the check.

“Okay,” I said with a nod before picking up my water glass and taking a sip, the ice clinked against the walls of the stemmed glassware and I grimaced.  It sounded louder than it should have, I looked up but Mr. Blackwell wasn’t watching me. He stared down at his phone his thumbs moving swiftly across the small screen as he sent a message.  

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, tucking his phone into the pocket of his charcoal jacket with a small smile.

“It’s no problem, Sir,” I said with a smile that felt more like a grimace.  I hoped I didn’t look nervous, he still hadn’t told me why he had invited me to lunch.  I had my hands clasped in my lap to keep from fidgeting with my hair or straightening my clothing out one more time.  

“Amelia,” he said that voice again, and I felt shivers go down my spine, “I want you to call me Marcus from now on.”

“Yes Sir, I mean yes Marcus.”  I could feel the blush heating up my face and it made me hate being a redhead, I wished it was something I could control.  Mr. Blackwell was smiling at me now, and I raised my eyebrow at him.

“I like the way you say my name,”  he smirked at me and I bit my lip, the heat spreading across my face at his words. Was my boss interested in me?  

“I’m not sure what to say,” I said as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked up at him.

“I like when you call me Sir, as well.”  He said steepling his fingers under his chin.  “I find you interesting Amelia and I want to get to know you better.”

“Oh, um.  What would you like to know Mr, Marcus?”  I asked, catching myself before I called Mr. Blackwell again.  

“How about we start with the easy stuff?”  He asked studying me intently, “Are you seeing anyone?”

The waitress came saving me from answering for a moment as she took our order, I could tell from the way she touched Mr. Blackwell’s arm as she spoke that she was interested in him.  He paid her no mind at all, barely glancing away from me as he placed his order. I wasn’t used to that, having someone focus on me that intensely. I didn’t know how I felt as a sexy smirk played across his lips.

“No, I’m not.  Seeing anyone that is.”  I blurted out, my words a nervous rush.

Was this a date?  No, it couldn’t be a date, Mr. Blackwell wouldn’t ask me on a date.  Not that I wouldn’t mind, he was handsome and from what I had heard very much into the same type of things I enjoyed, at least in the bedroom.  But someone was handsome as him, wouldn’t ask me on a date.  I wasn’t a knockout or anything but I knew I could turn a few heads with my long legs, auburn hair, smooth skin.  My waist was a bit curvier than most of the other ladies at the office and I glanced down feeling self-conscious.

No, I needed to stop thinking like this.  He probably just wanted to talk about the company he would be absorbing soon and just needed someone to bounce ideas off of.  He couldn’t be interested in me.

That had to be it.  

I needed a dom that was outside of work, although inside of work could be good too.  All the places he could take me filtered through my mind and I bit my lower lip imagining as he took me over his knee om his office.

“Count for me.”  He would say in the voice.

I shook my head trying to shake off the thought.  Nope, that would be an HR nightmare not to mention all the gossip in the break room.  Oh god, I had been quiet for too long and he probably thought I was a weirdo.

“What did you say, Sir,” I asked looking up at him trying to put on my most innocent face, as if I hadn’t been thinking about getting spanked over his knee.

“I asked if you were free this evening after work?”  He asked.

“I am, why?”  I breathed out, he just needed me to work late that was it, he would not ask me on a date.

“Good, we have a date tonight,” he stated as he picked up his water glass and took a sip.

Oh my god, he was asking me on a date.  Or telling me we had a date.  The submissive in me perked up at his words and I had the urge to tell my libido to stop it, that I needed to think.  

“We do?”  I asked biting my lip, what was I going to wear? I nervously ran my hands across my skirt, I could feel my palms getting sweaty at the thought. 

“We do, I’ll pick you up at half-past eight.”  He smirked at me as he sat down his water glass, it didn’t make a sound as he did so.

Our food was served, and that kept me from talking for a while as my mind ran wild with ideas of what tonight could bring.