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but I did.” Nikolaus slowly withdrew from her pussy.
    Stephen’s crinkled eyebrows reflected his state of confusion.
    “Is everything okay at your home?” Gwen hoped for a quick change of the subject.
    “Yes, one of my daughters has a play at her school and my wife wanted to make sure I’d be on time. I have a habit of showing up late.” Stephen sipped on his drink.
    Another phone buzzed. This time, Nikolaus reached into his pocket. He tapped the screen before he pressed the small device to his ear. “This is Nikolaus.”
    Gwen inhaled deeply and crossed her legs. She disliked interruptions and wished she could sneak away with Nikolaus. The orgasm he’d given had relaxed her, but now she hungered for more. She rubbed her hands together and recalled the feeling of his hardness. She wanted it, wanted his member pumping into her. Which wouldn’t happen in the restaurant with Stephen sitting at the table.
    “Yes, I am aware of his visit,” Nikolaus scooted away from her.
    He rose from the velvety bench and walked away from the table.
    Stephen set his glass on the table. “Do excuse him. He’s often interrupted and has to leave. It’s a drawback of owning so many businesses.”
    Leave? Anxiety stirred in Gwen’s stomach. She hadn’t confirmed plans for the Opera with Nikolaus. They hadn’t discussed attire or if she should meet him. How would she get inside the building without him?
    “He offered me his extra ticket,” Gwen said.
    “I’m not surprised. He’s fond of you.”
    Warmth breached the surface of her cheeks. “He seems kind and generous.”
    “He’s a good friend. If you join him tomorrow night, I’m certain you’ll have an excellent time.”
    Three male waiters appeared with large round trays. Without delay, they placed plate after plate on the table. Gwen’s taste buds watered at the sight of the variety of beautifully decorated dishes. Had Nikolaus ordered everything on the menu?
    Stephen’s cell chimed. “Sorry.”
    “It’s okay. I can’t believe how much he ordered.”
    Stephen stared at his phone, then sighed. “Damn.” He typed a response on the screen.
    After the waiters disappeared, Gwen asked, “Is something wrong?”
    “Nikolaus had to leave. He said to tell you to enjoy the food and he’ll be in touch.”
    Gwen’s mood quickly plummeted. She feared her chances at getting into the Opera House were shrinking by the second, much like his erection probably had. What a shame. He’d been a gentleman and his touch had delivered a wonderful orgasm. If only she could’ve experienced more with him.
    She glanced at the table. The delicious food no longer appealed to her, yet she didn’t want it to go to waste. She’d have to take a bite of everything to say she’d tried each dish.
    “Don’t worry.” Stephen returned the phone to his pocket. “If he offered you the ticket and said he’d be in touch, he will. He’s a man true to his word.”
    Hope crept into her soul and she perked up. “Do you really think so?”
    He lifted a fork. “Absolutely.” He winked at her. “Trust me.”
    Excitement fluttered through her. He knew the hotel she was staying at and had her full name. All he needed to do was ring the front desk and they’d transfer him. Or he might even show up. Anything was possible. And since he and his cock seemed to have a keen interest in her, perhaps he would appear unexpectedly. The chances were looking better.
    Gwen grabbed her golden utensil and speared a vegetable next to a hearty piece of juicy meat on one of the dishes. Thick and solid is how she imagined his shaft based on what she’d felt. And she couldn’t wait to take him deep inside her.

Chapter Three
    Gwen stepped from the bathroom with a fluffy robe tied around her waist and a towel holding her wet hair above her head. Belly full and body cleansed, she proceeded to the bed. Dinner had been delightful with Stephen after Nikolaus had left. She and Stephen had exchanged comical stories about