"For now, let's eat first—before I fuck you long and hard."
"Ross…" Ella's eyes widened, her face heating instantly.
Her gaze flicked nervously toward the tables around them, half-expecting people to turn their heads in shock.
But to her relief, no one seemed to notice.
The conversations, clinking glasses, and soft background music of the restaurant swallowed his words completely.
She exhaled slowly and sat down, still feeling the weight of his gaze.
They ordered their food, and for a few minutes, they made small talk—about nothing in particular—though Ross's eyes lingered on her in a way that made her heart race.
Then, mid-meal, Ross leaned forward, his voice low but direct.
"Tell me, Ella… was Mario the only man who'd ever fucked you before me?"
Her fork paused halfway to her lips.
She swallowed, cheeks warming again, and then gave a small shake of her head before speaking.
