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food—well she assumed that was what he was doing. The gentle
scrape of cutlery on plates was the only sound for a while as they concentrated
on their starter. Belle found herself getting used to eating in the dark and
just enjoying every new taste and texture. After their waitress had refilled
her wine glass and brought out their main course, Belle was well and truly
relaxed.
    “So… if
you’re not into paying for dates, why did you come to SinSity that night?”
    She had
to admit, she was still curious about the man who paid a fortune for her
company and yet claimed to never buy dates. Maybe he wasn’t as repellent as
she’d assumed. Maybe he normally fought women off. Which confused her all the
more. Was he just a philanthropist looking to support a good cause?
    “Uh…
let’s just say I’d been meaning to for a while and decided that night seemed as
good as any.”
    She
scowled. “I thought you were a regular.”
    “I… uh…
yeah, I’m there a lot but I don’t normally get… uh… involved,” replied
Nicholas.
    The
uncertainty in his tone made her frown deepen. He’d gone from sounding mysterious
to plain guilty. Maybe he slept with all the girls and didn’t want to tell her.
It didn’t bother her what the clients at SinSity did. She’d seen enough BDSM
stuff at the club to be fairly numb to it all and she had to admit, one day,
she hoped to try some of it with a man she could trust. Did he think she was a
prude or something?
    “But
you’re into the lifestyle?”
    He
laughed. “God, I love how forthright you are. No, I’m not into the lifestyle,
but yes, I like BDSM. It’s just not a life choice for me. Just something to
indulge in every now and then.”
    Well
this peaked her interest once more. Belle had met plenty of men and women who
were in full time BDSM relationships. Pretty much their entire lives were
dictated by it. She didn’t fancy that personally and even enjoyed plain ol’
vanilla sex sometimes. But she had hoped she’d find someone who might want to
indulge in a bit of domination and submission sometimes. The outgoing,
outspoken part of her needed a break sometimes and she’d chatted enough with
the girls at the club to learn that being a submissive was a great way to be
someone else for a while. To relieve the burden of an outgoing personality.
Sometimes she felt like two people. The quiet, uncertain girl and the fun,
bubbly one. She liked the idea of being able to be both within a relationship.
    The
conversation flowed easily as she finished her main of some kind of sumptuous
meat and grilled vegetables. Ali soon brought out dessert. Feeling the bowl,
she realised it was a chilled dessert and unable to resist, Belle dipped her
finger in it. When she put it in her mouth, she moaned as rich, velvety
chocolate greeted her tongue. It was thick and creamy, and insanely decadent.
God, she loved chocolate.
    A slightly
strangled cough came from across the table.
    “What?”
she asked indignantly.
    “You
just put your finger in your dessert, didn’t you?” Nicholas sounded like he was
grinning.
    “How
could you possibly know that?” It was a bit of a bad habit of hers. There was
something sexy about eating with your hands. She loved Moroccan because you
could do that. It was reckless and uninhibited to use your fingers.
    “Wild
guess.” She practically heard his shrug. “You know,” he must have leaned closer
because his knee brushed hers, sending shockwaves through her body, “those
noises you make are so sexy. Eating with you is kind of torturous but very
arousing at the same time.”
    It was
the first bit of physical contact they’d had, aside from the brief touch of his
fingers earlier, and it electrified her. His words rang in her ears. Arousing …
he was aroused by her. His knee remained—solid, warm, exciting. She had never
before been turned on by just the touch of a knee but Nicholas was something
else. They got on so well and he was charming and funny. He