Chapter Seventy.

Slowly sipping on my glass of red wine as I look at Aydem over the rim, a small smile curves on the corners of my mouth. 

Setting his utensils down on his plate, he picks up his crystal glass with whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You keep looking at me like that askim [my love], I'll have no choice but to take you right here, on this table, in front of all these people." He says roughly, setting his glass back down on the table. 

I place my glass of wine back down on the table too, "Is that a promise?" I ask seductively, leaning over the table.

A lopsided smirk stains his gorgeous face, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He chuckles, rubbing the side of his jaw. 

I get up from my seat and walk over to him, running my fingers through his hair as I settle on his lap. "Yes and No." I state honestly, leaning in, "I'd rather you take me in the bathroom where there won't be an audience." I whisper in