A Date With My Ex-boyfriend Dad

tables. She scanned the room, smoothing a hand down the emerald-green dress. She had to admit that it made her feel powerful, sexy. And she needed that tonight. A deep voice cut throug

y he made the air between them charge. She was playing with fire. And God help her... she wanted to get burned. Ethan's presence was intoxicating . The waiter had come and gone, their meals placed before them, but Amelia barely touched hers. Ethan, however, ate his meal, cutting into his steak as if nothing in the world could shake his composure. "You're staring," he murmured, voice deep and teasing. Amelia blinked, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Am I?" His dark eyes met hers. "You are." She leaned back, picking up her wine glass. "Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out." Ethan wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin, setting it down slowly. "And what have you figured out so far?" Amelia tilted her head, watching him. "That you enjoy making people uncomfortable just to see how they react." A slow, amused smile played at his lips. "And how are you reacting?" She refused to look away, even as her pulse quickened. "I haven't decided yet." Ethan chuckled, he reached for his glass, fingers brushing against hers for just a second. It was the briefest touch, but it sent a spark racing up her arm. Amelia swallowed hard, annoyed at how easily he affected her. "So, tell me," he said, resting his elbow on the table, chin propped against his fist. "What brought you here tonight? Did you expect anything... interesting?" Amelia arched a brow. "You mean, did I expect you?" His lips twitched. "Something like that." She let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. "I expected a nice dinner. Maybe a good conversation. I didn't expect to be sitting across from someone who looks at me like I'm a puzzle he's dying to solve." Ethan's gaze darkened. "And what if you are?" Something in his tone sent a delicious chill down her spine. This wasn't just harmless flirting, there was an edge to his words. Amelia bit her lip without thinking, and the way Ethan's gaze flicked downward, lingering, made her stomach tighten. He leaned in slightly, his elbow resting on the table, eyes locked onto hers like a predator that had its prey exactly where it wanted. "You keep looking at me like that, Amelia." His voice was low, husky. "Like you're imagining what I'd feel like between your thighs." Her breath caught. Heat coiled in her stomach, burning its way through her veins. "Is that what you think?" she murmured, trying to sound unaffected, but her voice betrayed her. Ethan smirked, "I know." He let the words hang between them, deliberatly watching the way she squirmed slightly in her seat. "You've been clenching your thighs since I sat down. Tell me, are you trying to keep you