Chapter 25 - Ethan

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WNo one ever mentions to me that when you pick a girl for a date, you can be this nervous. If my employees found out about this, I doubt they would want to continue work in the Hall Industries under my reign. Turns out, 30 years old Ethan Hall is a teenager. Damn it!

I buzz Madeline's apartment. In a few seconds she opens the door, she's a little breathless but I doubt it's because she ran to open the door. Does she feel it too? The nervousness...

"Hi," she greets breathlessly.

"Hi, Sweetness." My voice is husky, unintentionally. What is wrong with me? "You ready?"

"Yeah, I just need to take my purse. Do you want to come in?"

I lean my body on door to stop it from closing itself and shake my head. "You know what will happen if I come in, Sweetness."

Her face blushes, and she runs to her table, taking her purse.

I can't control my eyes. They follow Madeline's ass when she runs to take the purse, and they move to her tits when she comes back to me. What a nice body! Why does she have to wear something so sexy like this? Is she planning to blue ball me to death?

Actually, her dress isn't that sexy, it's your teenage hormone messed up with you, Ethan Hall.

And I don't need a second opinion.

She clears her throat, looking at me. "Let's go," she says. Busted! She saw when I was checking on her.

In the lobby, I see many people looking at my car. Lusting to be precise, some of them even take a pic with the car. I can't blame them. This is one of my favourite vice. My pride and ego.

Madeline laughs and looks at me. "Are you always driving this car when you have a date?"

I grin at her. "Yes. Why? You'd prefer a limousine?"

She still laughs and shakes her head. We walk to the car and I press the button on my FOB. The doors open up like a wing. We get in and the doors close automatically.

"So you will not be an old-fashioned gentleman who opens and closes the door for the woman?" She teases me. I like it she can switch her personality between a professional executive assistant in the office, and a cheerful, friendly woman today.

"Well, I'd love to do that. But this car is too independent. What can I say?" I grin and she laughs.

I wait for her until she fastened her seatbelt. I lean over to her and look into her eyes. "By the way, Sweetness, you asked me if I always drive this car for my date. I forgot to mention to you. This is actually the first date I have since I bought this car a few months ago. I also want to tell you that this is the first date that I've prepared by myself. And you are the only woman I take for a date without expecting that you will warm my bed by the end of the day."

She stares at me even though her blush creeps from her chest. And just because I'm an asshole who wants to see her blush even more, I add, "I don't expect doesn't mean I don't want to. I'll do anything to be inside you again." And as expected, her face blushes even more. She can compete with this car's color. I love it! Oh, and of course I meant it.

***

We arrive in a beautiful garden with a lake on Long Beach. I lead her to the small port that has 5 boats. I already booked the biggest one this morning, and asked Consuela to bring our lunch. I wouldn't be surprised if, by now, Consuela and my other house staff are here hiding around the bush to watch my date.

This morning when I asked her for the meal, she asked me back why I want to eat in the boat. And I told her I'm having a date. I didn't know her reaction would be extreme. Her eyes bulged, she stammered as if I just committed killing someone. She acted as if she didn't know I could date someone. Well, it's been a long time since the last time I really dated a woman. 5 years? Or 6.. or longer, maybe.

"We don't have to go to the counter first?" Madeline asks me when we walk towards the boat. I give her my mischievous grin and her eyes widen. "You already booked it!" she says, surprised.

I laugh. "Come on, Sweetness. Watch your step." We go to the boat. The guy gives me the boat's key and climbs out from the boat.

I stir the boat for a while and park it in the middle of the lake. I ask Madeline to wait for me on the deck while I go inside to take the food Consuela prepared for us.

I come out with the food (garlic bread, lobster spaghetti, wine). My feet stop on the way when my eyes find Madeline. Her ponytail swinging because of the wind, her smile is so free, so sweet. I just realized I always found her smile intoxicating because she was so carefree. The opposite of my world. She is like the light of my dark world.

Suddenly, she turns her neck and our eyes meet. My hazel eyes locked with her this too. Our chemistry. I doubt you can have this kind of chemistry with anyone. Her face blushes and she looks away, trying to tuck the non-existent tendrils.

I walk to the table and put the tray there. She comes beside me and clears her throat. "Wow, what magic did you use? How come you have these foods?"

I chuckle and pull the seat for her. She sits down. "Thank you." She smiles at me.

"Consuela sent these earlier," I tell her, pouring two glasses of white wine. "Are you a lightweight, Ms. Parker?" I ask her while giving her the wine.

She looks at me funny and then she giggles. "Mr. Hall, are you challenging me with my drinking skill? You might be surprised."

I laugh. "Well, for your information, miss. I never lost in this battle."

She drinks her wine with a provocative look, and in an instant my southern traitor screams "hi" to her. It's already semi-hard since I picker her up earlier, and he is just too stubborn to back in an appropriate position. But now, it's getting worse.

"Let's decide the day and time, Mr. Hall. I might just be emptying your collections." She winks at me.

"Nice," I say under my breath, nice because that means we already have some plan for our future (not that far future, but for now it's enough), and nice because she becomes more and more playful and naughty on this date. And I like this side of her too. I like it when she is the professional, prim and proper executive assistant. I like the sweet and shy part of her, and I like her playful, carefree part of her, too. You just like her, Ethan. That I do...

We eat and talk about anything. It's always like that with Madeline. We never run out of topics. I know I can talk about anything with her, and she can match me very well. She doesn't like some women who just chat about makeup, dress and heels, but she is also not the woman who always wants to win in every verbal judo. But when she got into one, she played to win. And I realize I'm halfway falling in love with her.

***

Madeline insisted to wash the plates. She said she just can't act like a queen, that everyone has to do everything for her. When I asked to help her, she said she can handle it and asked me to just sit down. So here I am, on the couch, watching her washing the plates.

And damn my eyes! They can't let go of Madeline's tits. Round and full, pretty and nice. And somehow my brain cooperates with my eyes to wake the southern traitor up. Because I keep seeing our very first night. I told myself that I will always be honest with Madeline, because I don't want our relationship to build with lies. But I just can't tell Madeline the truth that I saw our video. The day I took her virginity. The video stashes in my vault. But every day I watch it (more than once, if possible) like a freaking stalker. And I remember every detail of what we did that night, the way I touch her breasts, her flat tummy, her pussy. The way she screamed when I gave her the first and second orgasm before I entered her...

Suddenly, Madeline turns to me. Fuck!

"You looked Are you okay, Ethan?" she dries her hand and comes to me. I didn't realize she already finished with the washing.

I clear my throat. "Yeah, I'm good." And she innocently sits next to me and leans closer to touch my forehead.

"Normal," she says. I take her hand and put it on my tight, enclose it with my hand. She is still frowning. I stare at her. She really has no idea.

"Ethan?" she whispers. Her eyes travel down from my eyes to my mouth. My other hand touches her cheek, while the other one still holding her hand. I lean over and kiss her. The first touch is so soft, I feel like my body is drowning in her. I press my body to her, remove my hand from her hand, and hold her waist. My other hand takes off the rubber in her hair. I love the way her hair spills long on her back. I push her slowly. She willingly lays down on the couch. And I climb on her top. One elbow on the couch to hold my body weight, my other hand traveling up from her waist to her breast. Madeline's breath hitch but she doesn't stop me.

My tongue tastes every side of her mouth, my hand touches her breast from outside her dress. When she moans, I thrust my tongue in and our tongues mingle. She tastes so good. Wine, lip gloss and her. Her hands come around my neck and pull me closer to her. I can feel her heartbeat as fast as mine, it's like we are in sync.

We keep kissing when my hand travels up and loses one of her spaghetti straps. I free one of her breasts and play with the nipple, her moan grows louder. My kiss trail from her mouth to her cheek to her ear. "You are so pretty, Sweetness. I want to taste every inch of you," I whisper huskily in her ear. She is shivering, her face reddens. I kiss her earlobe and lick it. Trail down with my tongue to her neck and her chest and down to the other breasts. I bite the dress and yank it down, exposing her perky boobs and pink, pointy nipple. I kiss the side of her breast slowly to her nipple.

I suck her nipple, Madeline's breaths grow harder and louder "Ethan!" she moans, her eyes still close, her face flushes. I glance at her. Shit, I'm clueless what is her limit. Is she going to let me devour her body, make love to her, or this is already too much for now? I don't know her intimate boundary with Thomas, and damn, I can taste the jealousy pool into my stomach now thinking that she did this with Thomas before.

"Ethan?" Madeline opens her aquamarine eyes, and our eyes meet. Suddenly her face flush harder, she pulls herself from me, sits down and closes her breasts abruptly with her hands. Her body is still panting. I struggle to sit back as well. I study her expression, why she pulls herself suddenly. Does she regret it?

She repairs her dress. Her breast is perfectly covered by her dress now, her hair dishevelled. She tries to tidy up frantically, using her fingers while looking for her rubber hair. The rubber on the floor near my foot. She looks at it and bites her bottom lip. She is nervous.

"Sweetness?"

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