badly. Now she was late —and she still had no idea what to wear. She looked at the dress again. Was it too dressy ? On any other day, she’d have Rebecca over to give her advice, but not tonight. Tonight, Rebecca was on her own date, leaving Lilliah to fend for herself.
Giving up on the idea of a dress, she grabbed some tight blue jeans she had never worn and a simple white tee. She could dress it up with a blazer and a necklace if she needed to.
“I didn’t know you had so many clothes here.” Lilliah slowly turned at the sound of Azrael’s voice.
He stood in the doorway to his bedroom, wearing all black, with his eyes trailing over the mound of clothes on the bed.
“I’ve been bringing them over slowly so as to not freak you out.”
Azrael laughed, but Lilliah wasn’t joking. She put down the dress and started playing with her hair in the mirror.
“I didn’t even know you owned so many clothes.” He walked farther into the room, unbuttoning his shirt and shaking his head.
“Yeah.” Lilliah breathed a little easier. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“Same.” He dropped his shirt to the floor before heading into the en suite, with Lilliah trailing him with her eyes.
***********
They started off their date at a posh restaurant Lilliah had only read about online. Her jeans definitely didn’t fit in, but no one looked at her twice. Everyone’s eyes were on Azrael. She’d felt the stares as soon as they’d walked in, and even felt them as they sat in a booth eating. Sitting back with his arm stretched out behind her, Azrael seemed completely oblivious.
“That man over there”—she discreetly motioned with her head—“hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we walked in.”
Azrael’s head shot in his direction.
“No, don’t look.” She giggled, spying beside him. She caught the man staring. He blushed and looked away. “He saw you.” She giggled again, the wine getting to her head.
“I think he’s looking at you more than me.” Azrael leaned into her neck, his chuckle giving her the shivers.
“Oh, no.” Lilliah’s voice shook. “He was definitely looking at you. Maybe he’s gay.”
“Maybe.” Azrael pressed a soft kiss to her neck.
“Did you have to book a table?” Lilliah turned to face him, needing the space. She didn’t want to make a scene by pouncing on Azrael while everyone was eating. “I bet a place like this gets booked up pretty quickly.”
Azrael smirked. “I know the owner.”
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Are you the owner?”
He shook his head. “Sadly not. I can’t own everything.” Still keeping one arm around her, he picked up his whiskey. “She actually owns a couple of restaurants.”
Lilliah stiffened. “A woman?” She looked around the room, acting casual. “That’s cool. So how do you know her?”
“You are ridiculously jealous.”
She couldn’t see his lips, as he was taking another drink, but she knew he was smiling. She couldn’t deny it, so instead she shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
“I don’t know her like that,” he reassured her. Putting his glass down, he leaned closer to her. “I said it before, but I’ll say it again: you don’t need to be jealous and you will never need to be.” He moved a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Everything I did before you—”
“All the women you did,” Lilliah joked.
Azrael’s eyes narrowed but his expression remained playful. “The women, the killing—it doesn’t even feel real. Just a bad dream of a wasted life.”
“Your life was never a waste.”
Her heart thumped. How had she gotten this lucky? She used to look at pictures of guys in magazines, guys who were so perfect she sometimes doubted they were real. Then she met Azrael, the hottest, sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. He was uncontrollable and untameable, but for
Giving up on the idea of a dress, she grabbed some tight blue jeans she had never worn and a simple white tee. She could dress it up with a blazer and a necklace if she needed to.
“I didn’t know you had so many clothes here.” Lilliah slowly turned at the sound of Azrael’s voice.
He stood in the doorway to his bedroom, wearing all black, with his eyes trailing over the mound of clothes on the bed.
“I’ve been bringing them over slowly so as to not freak you out.”
Azrael laughed, but Lilliah wasn’t joking. She put down the dress and started playing with her hair in the mirror.
“I didn’t even know you owned so many clothes.” He walked farther into the room, unbuttoning his shirt and shaking his head.
“Yeah.” Lilliah breathed a little easier. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
“Same.” He dropped his shirt to the floor before heading into the en suite, with Lilliah trailing him with her eyes.
***********
They started off their date at a posh restaurant Lilliah had only read about online. Her jeans definitely didn’t fit in, but no one looked at her twice. Everyone’s eyes were on Azrael. She’d felt the stares as soon as they’d walked in, and even felt them as they sat in a booth eating. Sitting back with his arm stretched out behind her, Azrael seemed completely oblivious.
“That man over there”—she discreetly motioned with her head—“hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we walked in.”
Azrael’s head shot in his direction.
“No, don’t look.” She giggled, spying beside him. She caught the man staring. He blushed and looked away. “He saw you.” She giggled again, the wine getting to her head.
“I think he’s looking at you more than me.” Azrael leaned into her neck, his chuckle giving her the shivers.
“Oh, no.” Lilliah’s voice shook. “He was definitely looking at you. Maybe he’s gay.”
“Maybe.” Azrael pressed a soft kiss to her neck.
“Did you have to book a table?” Lilliah turned to face him, needing the space. She didn’t want to make a scene by pouncing on Azrael while everyone was eating. “I bet a place like this gets booked up pretty quickly.”
Azrael smirked. “I know the owner.”
Her eyes widened with excitement. “Are you the owner?”
He shook his head. “Sadly not. I can’t own everything.” Still keeping one arm around her, he picked up his whiskey. “She actually owns a couple of restaurants.”
Lilliah stiffened. “A woman?” She looked around the room, acting casual. “That’s cool. So how do you know her?”
“You are ridiculously jealous.”
She couldn’t see his lips, as he was taking another drink, but she knew he was smiling. She couldn’t deny it, so instead she shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
“I don’t know her like that,” he reassured her. Putting his glass down, he leaned closer to her. “I said it before, but I’ll say it again: you don’t need to be jealous and you will never need to be.” He moved a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Everything I did before you—”
“All the women you did,” Lilliah joked.
Azrael’s eyes narrowed but his expression remained playful. “The women, the killing—it doesn’t even feel real. Just a bad dream of a wasted life.”
“Your life was never a waste.”
Her heart thumped. How had she gotten this lucky? She used to look at pictures of guys in magazines, guys who were so perfect she sometimes doubted they were real. Then she met Azrael, the hottest, sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. He was uncontrollable and untameable, but for
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