Amila was miles past hot and bothered. She was scorching and agitated. The comfort of the temperature that wasn't too warm or too cool inside the posh dimly lit restaurant didn't give her the easefulness it seemed to bestow on the other diners; they ate, drank, and conversed with effortless merriment. The delicate, serene classical piece being performed by the pianist in the far corner was more than familiar to her; she usually could name the composer without using a percent of her brainpower but her attention span was being taxed. Keeping her composure wasn't an easy feat nor was her dinner companion making it easy on her.

Dominic was relentless. In his simple black suit, he appeared to be a proper gentleman cutting into the tender steak that didn't need the sharp edge of the blade to spread apart, a fork would do. To the random passersby and waiters who visited their table that gave a breathtaking view of London and the River Thames, it would seem he was keeping her engaged with an average conversation. They, however, would be wrong. The conversation they were having wasn't average nor was it a verbal one. But she was entirely engaged.

"I went with the second collection." He casually said after typing something into his phone. "The color scheme was better for winter."

"Oh." She sounded, sliding her fork in the flake of smoked salmon that broke off the filet trying to call back the image of the very artwork he was referring to but she was having some bit of trouble. His last text had crafted a vision her mind and body weren't ready to release just yet.

She tightened her grip around the fork and moved it to her mouth, taking slow bites of the flavorful fish letting the task gain her focus instead of her nonverbal words. She swallowed then said, "The one with navy, burgundy, gold, and emerald."

Her phone hummed next to her wine glass and she tried to ignore it. His last text already had her shifting in the sturdy chair; she didn't know what effect this one would place on her. She lowered her fork back to her plate in pursuit of another bite but he nodded to her phone insisting that she see what he sent.

She rolled her shoulder already knowing that it wasn't going to be something to push her further over the edge. She read the text, consuming each word letting it construct a picture in her mind.

Dominic: You should be dripping by now. I wish I could taste it. Slide my tongue through it.

Amila's eyes shot straight to him as he took a bite of his steak. He chewed slowly with a smirk and she knew that he knew he was right. She crossed her legs a little tighter together growing even hotter. She swallowed hard as her mouth watered at what she typed up knowing what she was about to send him was going to have an equal effect.

Amila: This wine is good but I would rather have something else warm in my mouth.

She tipped the wine glass to her lips and let the red elixir roll down her throat feeling the heat of his eyes upon her flesh. She reveled in it. Grew bolder within his gaze and was fully committed to the new role she was portraying. He was right, being in another country made it easier to let go and be a new version of herself. But really she wasn't being 'brand new', she was just letting a part of herself that she kept hidden out to play and see the light of day.

She was being the person that she'd trapped in her imagination into her reality; no longer having to suppress that part of herself because she was no longer chasing a goal. She felt like she was a vacation from pursuing the dream that consumed most of her life. Now, she was just Amila letting Amila do what she wanted and get what she wanted.

He slid his hand down his tie as his Adam's apple slid in the same direction then asked, "How was the spa?"

"Good." She nodded as he grabbed his phone again. "I had a deep tissue massage, facial, and sea salt scrub." She was sure the lavender and rose oil still seeped into her skin.

To say she was relaxed after leaving the spa would be a vast understatement. She was loose, tranquil, and unbothered. Well, that was until his text started vibrating her phone; like it was right now.

Dominic: Being in your mouth sounds good but not as good as that tight pussy.

Amila's mouth opened at his bluntness and worry started to form on his face until her lips lifted in a playful grin. She mouthed his name feigning shock and clutched her nonexistent pearls. He let out a soundless chuckle with a half-shrug then reached down for something by his leg.

"I got you something that would make your outfit a little better." He produced two bags, one a deep red and the other black. He handed her the deep red bag first. "I knew you wouldn't buy yourself anything. Which is kind of hurtful since I want you to buy the shit that makes you happy."

"We went on a shopping spree before leaving." She accepted the bag from him instantly knowing which store it was from as her eyes hit the name scribed in gold on the other side of the bag. She shook her head. "Dominic, now this is entirely too much."

She knew from the name and the brand that the box she pulled out of the bag was more than all the paychecks she received from her months slaving as a barista.

"You thought I wouldn't be able to tell that the jewelry you had on the other night was cubic zirconia." He tsked, taking his wine glass in his hand as he waited for her to open the box. "Swan, don't do that, again."

"You really wanted me to charge real diamonds on your card." She opened the box and temporarily lost that ability to hear him say yes or anything else as she was entranced by the sheer brilliance of the gold, diamond Cartier choker.

"Dominic." She whispered his name. "Thank you."

"That's not needed." He responded after sending another text.

She kept the jewelry box in her hand as she reached for her phone. She realized with her thanks wasn't needed.

Dominic: It's the only thing you're going to be wearing for the rest of the night.

She quickly typed in her reply and tapped send.

Amila: Good.

He nodded then said. "Here. But this time don't pull this one all the way out." He glanced over at the people around them then continued. "You might get some odd looks."

Her eyebrows furrowed quizzically as she received the black bag from him. She placed the bag in her lap, pulled it open and her eyes widened at the sight of what was inside, and then she was hit with another wave of confusion. What was she going to do with a vibrator?

Her phone vibrated and she read his text quickly getting the answer to her question.

Dominic: I want to see how you make yourself come before I make you.

Amila lifted her arm whimsically.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Getting the check?" She tried to will a waiter her way but they all seemed busy

He pulled her hand down, "The meal is already paid for."

"So...we...can just go."

He slowly nodded.

"Then..." She pushed back her chair giving him the full view of her mesh bustier dress with its tulle skirt that was sheer enough to give glimpses of her thighs if she pranced in just the right gait. "Let's go."

Dominic tossed his napkin on his plate, stood, and took hold of her hand. They snaked their way around the tables in search of the exit. There was somewhere they needed to be and a list of activities that needed performing all of which were clothing optional. Who was Amila fooling, that dress was coming off as soon as the hotel door closed. The only question was who was taking it off. Him or her?

Who do you think is taking off Amila's dress? Her or Dominic

Why do you think Amila bought a cubic zirconia necklace instead of real diamonds?

Why didn't she need to say thank you for the necklace?