Intimate Kiss by Trent Emily Jane

Author:Trent, Emily Jane [Trent, Emily Jane]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Camden Lee Press, LLC
Published: 2015-10-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The special moment ended when Jacob released her, and Vivienne slipped off his lap. There was no way to put into words what she’d experienced, to describe the unendurable ache for him, when he’d banished Vivienne to her room. Through the night, the denial imposed upon her was insufferable.

Yet Jacob had treated her so tenderly just now, making it all worth it. Vivienne assumed he knew the effect he created. But she wasn’t sure if his act was intended to teach her obedience, or if his goal had been to give her pleasure in a new way.

There was no way to figure Jacob out, as he was full of contradictions. Even so, Vivienne was drawn to him, and overwhelmed with emotion about their weekend together, whether he wanted her to be or not. “What will we do today?” she said.

“I thought we’d go out,” Jacob said.

“But not like a date?”

“It’s hardly a date, when we are already spending the weekend together.”

“I didn’t think so,” Vivienne said. “Just thought I’d ask.”

Since the cook was off duty, Jacob suggested brunch. “How about the Carlyle?”

“Has a woman ever refused an invitation to the Carlyle?”

Jacob laughed. “I hope you won’t be the first.”

When Jacob texted the driver, he came up to get them. Vivienne smiled at him. “Good morning, Ian.”

“Good morning, Vivie.” She had encouraged the staff to address her by her first name. But that only applied to her. “And good morning, Mr. Rinaldi.”

They went down to the garage and Ian opened the door for her. “You work on Sundays?” Vivienne said.

“Quite often.”

Vivienne slid into the back seat and Jacob got in beside her. During the drive, he kept his hand on her knee. It was a possessive gesture, and she quite liked it. Leaning her head against his shoulder, Vivienne enjoyed the uneventful drive.

The restaurant was in the Rosewood Hotel. The mirrored alcoves, a dramatic floral arrangement that had to be at least six feet tall, and English hunting scenes on the walls created a country house ambience. Yet the white linen tablecloths and crystal glasses made it an elegant affair.

The meal started with a glass of Prosecco. The brunch menu was extensive, so Vivienne sipped her drink and nibbled smoked salmon to save room for the main dishes. Jacob ate a few oysters, then ordered drink refills for them.

The relaxed Sunday morning encouraged conversation, and Jacob talked with her about his family, including more details about Rinaldi Imports. “My grandfather was somewhat of a pioneering figure in the wine trade,” he said, “an icon in the business in the fifties.”

Vivienne was intrigued.

“My grandparents were born in Verona, and my grandfather started the business after immigrating to New York,” Jacob said. “My father Vico was his only son.”

“So he inherited the company?”

“Yes, he took over when he was fairly young, before he met my mother Sophia.”

“And now you run it by yourself?”

Jacob leaned back. “I have a good team. I couldn’t do it without them. But yes, my father is mostly retired.

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