Once back at her apartment, Mikayla got on the phone and immediately called Hannah as she lay down on her large, comfortable bed.

Hannah answered the phone almost instantly, "Hey Miks!" her voice was full of excitement, as she began firing questions, "How's your week been? Have you two done it yet? Tell me everything!"

Chuckling like a school girl, Mikayla recounted everything that had occurred over the last few days.

"Wow, that sounds like torture! Why did you have to open your big mouth about boundaries?" Hannah scolded, before her tone changed to one filled with humour as she snickered, "Good job on trying to rape him this evening though."

Mikayla gasped as she exclaimed, "I did not try to rape him!"

"Uh huh. It's about time you stop punishing the man and yourself. Go get you some penissssssss!" Hannah sang into the phone.

Mikayla rolled her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling, "Oh my God Hannah, your mouth really has no damn filter!"

"I learned from the best," Hannah quipped as they both knew fully well that Mikayla had the least filtered mouth of them both, though she wasn't as obvious about it.

"Oh hush!" Mikayla sighed, "But seriously, these last few days have been hell! I don't know why I told him to keep things separate from the office. I should have tried to discuss some sort of middle ground with him,"

Mikayla inwardly groaned, as she remembered being back in Damien's office not too long ago. She missed his kisses and his touch. Before she could get lost in her thoughts, Hannah's voice brought her back to reality.

Hannah agreed, "Yea, I think that you may have been a bit hasty in that regard. I mean, I understand that you want to keep things professional, but how can you expect things to go back to normal after he had his hand up your cunt?" Hannah laughed softly as she continued, "I mean, so what if things get heated in the office, even if you both get caught in a compromising situation, who cares! He's the damn boss and he's rich, so once the both of you don't give a shit about what other people think, then by all means Miks, go fuck that man's brains out!" She paused, as another excited chuckle erupted from her, "Just remember I want details!

"Such a perv!" Mikayla said.

"Alright alright, time to get off the phone. Go wash your vagina and get ready for your date! Have fun and be safe. Call me tomorrow! Byeeeee!" Hannah said.

"Byeeeee," Mikayla replied as she hung up the phone and all but ran into the bathroom to prepare for her night ahead with Damien.

She had just about three hours to play with, before she needed to be ready.

"More than enough time to get ready," she said to herself while entering the bathroom with a big smile on her face.

Mikayla loved her new en-suite bathroom. It was elegant, like the rest of her apartment, with a big, deep tub and a large shower, with enough space for three people. Sitting by the vanity, she quickly spritzed her hair.

Once it was damp enough, she made a neat centre part, then applied some moisturising cream. She detangled then flat twisted her hair into six thick twists on each side, then pinned it up. She would take the twists down just before leaving for dinner.

Taking her time, Mikayla had a nice, long, relaxing soak in the large tub. When the water started to get cold, she slowly proceeded to get ready. Entering into her walk-in closet, she looked over at the selection of dresses that were on display. Damien had told her to wear something nice. She smiled to herself, as she wondered what specifically he had planned for them tonight. Finding a semi-formal dress that she liked, she put it to the side while she went to get some underwear.

Mikayla put on a matching black lace lingerie set that she had bought a few months ago, but had never worn. The bra could pass for a scantily clad semi see-through crop top that was delicate and unlined with underwire cups. The cups had a hand-cut, trimmed edging lace design that created an elegant and sexy look. The partially sheer cups of the bra moulded her 38D breasts beautifully, while allowing teasing glimpses of her dark nipples and areola. The high-waisted thong was sexy. The solid black parts of the garment luxuriously stretched over her pelvis, the edges were ribbed and spliced with matching, delicate lace edge trimming designs that caressed over her hips.

Turning around and looking at herself in the full-length mirror, "Looking good," Mikayla said, happy with what she saw.

She walked over to the dress that she had chosen and slowly stepped into it. The red fitted sleeve-less slim stretch bodycon pencil dress hugged her curves perfectly, the V-neck showing off a hint of cleavage, but not too much. Grabbing a pair of simple, nude strappy shoes, she found a matching nude clutch and put the apartment key-ring in it, as she walked back to the bathroom to finish her hair and make-up.

Sitting at the vanity once more, she applied some light make-up with a touch of red lip stick and the sleek smoky eye-shadow that she applied made her brown eyes pop. Mikayla then removed the pins from her hair and slowly untwisted each flat twist, one at a time.

Using her fingers, she evenly and gently fluffed the curls a bit as they framed her face elegantly, while also cascading down her back in stylish and silky twists. Simple white pearl stud earrings were used to polish off her ensemble.

As she spritzed some perfume on her wrists, Mikayla grabbed her clutch and gave herself a once over in the mirror. Satisfied with the finished product, she texted Damien that she was coming up.

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Mikayla stepped out of the elevator and there stood Damien, waiting for her in the foyer.

The entrance hall of the penthouse had been dimly lit with a few lanterns that had not been there on her last visit. Just the mere sight of him caused her body to immediately react and she could feel herself already getting aroused.

"Easy now," she silently told herself.

Damien held a purple rose in his hand and looked positively dashing, as he wore dark navy chinos, a light blue shirt with the top button undone and a spiffy grey blazer. To finish off his look, he had on dark brown oxford shoes.

His aquamarine eyes darkened as he saw Mikayla step out of the elevator, "Wow Mikayla..." the rest of his words seem to have died in his throat, as she stepped towards him, "You look amazing! You deserved to be seen, let's go out to dinner instead," he suggested as he did his best not to look at her too hungrily, while trying to calm his raging hormones.

Mikayla remained speechless for a bit before she was able to find her voice, "You look amazing yourself Damien," she said as she slowly continued to take in his appearance, "as tempting as that offer sounds, I don't mind having a quiet dinner here tonight, just the two of us, no distractions."

"Indeed, I don't really want to share your beauty with anyone else tonight, especially after not being able to be around you as much this week," he said as he handed her a single purple rose. "I know that people say not to bring flowers on the first date but I couldn't resist since purple is your favourite colour."

Giving someone a purple rose sought to convey that the person had fallen in love with the recipient at the very first sight. He silently wondered if she knew that.

Taking the purple rose, Mikayla smiled as she closed her eyes and smelled it, "Thank you, it's beautiful. I assume this is a real purple rose, I've never seen a real one before it's so gorgeous. Don't worry, I'm old school, so I love receiving flowers."

She silently wondered if he knew what giving a person a purple rose meant, as each rose colour had a specific meaning. Mikayla had an inkling that Damien knew what the gesture conveyed.

After all, he never did anything without a purpose. Her mind replayed his earlier confessions about how he felt about her. The idea caused her heartbeat to increase at the thought that Damien's feelings might be stronger than she understood.

Taking her free hand in his, Damien walked her through the dimly lit penthouse, lanterns scattered about, "Yes, it's a real purple rose. I'm glad you like receiving flowers, I'll be sure to remember that," he simply said.

They walked through the pool room and onto the enclosed balcony area, which had been beautifully decorated with more lanterns. A dinner table for two, adorned with small glimmering candles encased in a glass dome, coupled with a centre piece that consisted of a nice bouquet of purple roses, had been set up for the occasion.

"I knew how much you liked this room, so I figured why not use the area," Damien smiled as he led her to the table.

"Damien, this is beautiful. I don't think this could have been any better if we had gone somewhere. This is just perfect," Mikayla said as she took in the ambience, "So... This is a date huh?" she teased, not forgetting what he had said earlier.

Damien smiled, "The first of many..."

When they were both seated, a waiter suddenly appeared and presented them with menus. Mikayla looked at Damien in surprise.

With a slow smile he stated, "I made a call to the Michelin star restaurant downstairs so we could dine up here in privacy while they prepared anything we wanted from the menu."

Mikayla thought about how perfect everything was as her brown eyes locked with Damien's, the light from the candles making the yellow flecks around his iris look more intense.

Sighing softly, she said, "You know, if you were to ask me what a perfect evening would be for me, it would be a toss-up between this and eating pizza on the couch."

"Well, we already had pizza last week, so I couldn't do that again," he joked, "but believe it or not, I prefer a lower key setting myself. I mean, going out to fancy places is enjoyable, but sometimes it's nice to just be able to relax and spend time in a more private setting."

Mikayla nodded, "If I'm being honest, this way is much better in that, because you're rich you could just throw money around and go anywhere you wanted. But the fact that you took the time to prepare all this makes it more special to me."

"I even placed all the lanterns and lit all the candles myself!" Damien said proudly, with a big smile, "I called around a few shops after you left the office, to get a rush order on having them brought over. So, I suppose I did still technically throw my money around a bit. I also had a little help from the restaurant in setting up, but I wouldn't have been able to get any of this done so fast if I hadn't."

"All that trouble for me?" Mikayla asked softly, flabbergasted at all he had done.

Of course, having money had its advantages, although she would have assumed that he would have just hired someone to get everything completed. The thought alone was nice, but knowing that he had personally decorated the area made it even more personal and special.

"It was no trouble at all, it's like you said. I can just throw money around and get anything, but I figured doing something myself would show you how serious I am about you." he placed his hand over hers on the table, his eyes locked with hers, "About... Us."

"Sold!" Mikayla whispered to herself.

Her feelings for him growing even more. At this point, she was ready to pounce on him. She shifted in her seat as his thumb brushed over the back of her hand, sending tingles down her spine.

They idly chatted as they chose the chef's special, which consisted of a ten-course set dinner menu, each course paired with a different wine. When it was time for dessert, Mikayla giggled like a little child. The decadent, hazelnut-covered chocolate shell was filled with more chocolate, ice cream and ganache, pieces of gold foil topping were extravagant yet delicious as well as the smoked chocolate tart. The entire dinner experience was truly memorable.

"A girl could get used to this..." Mikayla said softly to herself.

She sat back and sipped on some wine, her eyes overlooking the city of London, the lights of the buildings creating a delightful view.

"I'd be happy to spoil you my dear," Damien smiled as he teased her.

Mikayla teased back, "Aren't you afraid that I'm just using you for your money?"

"Ha! I could tell from the very first day that we met, that my money didn't impress you one bit." Damien said with a playful scoff before he continued, "Clearly you're the type of woman that is not enthralled by over the top, obnoxious gifts, but rather, simpler things."

Mikayla shrugged a bit, "What can I say, I'm easily content."

"I hope you know that I'd still splurge on you every now and again though," Damien licked his bottom lip as he moved his chair closer to sit next to her, the mood in the atmosphere changing, "I want to satisfy you," his eyes lingered on her lips, "very much."

"Please do. I was ready since I saw you standing in the foyer, you looked so damn good," she leaned in waiting for him to kiss her.

He growled softly, "You have no idea the effect that your dress has on me. Like damn woman, it emphasizes every single delectable curve! Were you trying to kill me?" he leaned in, his breath fanning over her lips.

Mikayla's breathing started to come in small pants as she anticipated their kiss.

"I love what you did with your hair by the way," he said as his left hand reached up to twirl a curl around his finger, "you are so beautiful..." the rest of his words were lost as his lips claimed hers.

The kiss was tantalizing. It had Mikayla craving for more as Damien licked her lips, causing her to open them, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth to seek hers. They continued to passionately kiss for a few more minutes, oblivious to everything else around them.

Mikayla pulled away to catch her breath; "I need you Damien," she whispered, not caring how desperate she sounded.

Standing up, Damien took her hand, his own breathing coming out in ragged puffs, as he pulled her upright and all but ran with her to his master bedroom.