Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 261: Take Note

Chapter 261: Take Note

If there was one thing that Derek was really enjoying about his relationship with Emily, it was the flexibility. In his past relationships, now that he thought about it, things had always followed a set pattern. They went out, they did whatever activity it was that they had intended to do during their outing.

And then afterwards they had dinner at a fancy restaurant and then they headed back home, or to a hotel.

That had been how things had always been. But with Emily things were so topsy-turvy that there was no such thing as following the rules or going with the norm.

They were making things up as they went, and Derek was loving it. The fair had been an excellent example of that.

And as with everything with Emily, where he did not plan for every single eventuality, it had all worked out.

Now that the two of them were home, Derek had one more ace up his sleeve. It was true that he had spent most of the car ride

staring at their picture together. The very first picture of them as a couple. It was not something that Derek would get tired of seeing anytime soon. There was just something about looking at the two of them at the fair. The soft glow of the setting sun behind them.

That just made Derek feel settled.

If he could have, he would have carved a place for them in that moment in time and they would have lived there forever and ever. But as with all things in life, it had ended and they had to move on. But during the car ride Derek had thought of one last thing that he could do to prolong their first date. While Emily had been busy, focusing on the road and making sure that they got to the penthouse safely. He had sent out a quick text telling his usual chef that their emergency services were needed.

After the day that they’d had. Surrounded by people that they did not know. Derek did not want them going out again, so they would not be stopping at any restaurant. Not only were they exhausted. He wanted to focus all of his attention on her without worrying about other people. So the best that he could think of was a dinner at home.

One not made by either of them.

So he had texted the chef, and told them to throw together something fancy but fast.

Knowing that the person on the other end was human as well, and not wanting to overburden them. Derek had even told them to cut down the meal to just two dishes, the main dish and the dessert. He could have very easily also instructed for the meal to be set up on the roof.

But one look at the weather and Derek had decided that it was too windy for that. He knew from experience that there was nothing romantic about having your plates, and your food blown away by a gust of wind mid conversation.

So he told them to set up in one of the lesser used rooms in the penthouse. He’d had it cleared out . His intent back then to use it for yoga, but he had not enjoyed the workout on his own so he had left it as it was. Now it would serve another purpose.

Trusting the chef to do their job and not let him down as they never had in the past. When he and Emily had walked through the door. Derek had not gone to the room to check. Instead, he had followed her upstairs. The two of them getting undressed and then stepping under the shower spray together. Their bodies pressed close as the water ran over them.

Their cleaning routine peppered with kisses and lingering touches, building tension.

In the end, the shower took longer than it should have. But they managed to make it out. In the bedroom, Emily was all for finishing what they had started, but instead, Derek shook his head. "There’s one more thing planned for the night, he told her. Kissing the frown,

that was forming on her forehead until it disappeared," When he held out his hand, she slid hers into it willingly.

She did not resist when he led her downstairs, and when they finally made it to the room door, and Derek stood behind her, a hand over her eyes so that she could not see. All that she did was smile.

"Derek, you do know that my eyes were open the rest of the way here, right? I know that we are at the yoga room that you never use. So why did you feel the need to cover my eyes?" She asked, laughing.

Running a thumb over her forehead, Derek opened the room door with his other hand.

"Who says this is the yoga room? I could have had it rearranged while we were gone so that it turned into our own personal massage parlor," Derek whispered into her ear, and Emily gasped, "What?!"

This time it was Derek’s turn to laugh. "Relax, I did not do anything so extreme,"

With that he nudged her a bit, and Emily rightfully took it as a cue to begin walking. The two of them stepping into the room. Having not seen the final results himself, Derek could not help but gasp when he came upon the set-up. His hand fell off Emily’s eyes, and her own gasp mirrored his. All that he had said in the message was, make it beautiful. He had been referring to the food. But the chef had gone an extra mile and had actually brought a bit of restaurant decor.

The room looked like an actual eating establishment. The whole place looked as though it had been cut out of a classy Italian restaurant. Complete with lit candles in the middle of the table. Leading Emily to it, Derek

helped her to her seat before taking his own.

Only then did he lift the first cloche, revealing what looked to be perfectly made ravioli. "Shall we?" He asked. And Emily answered by taking a fork and digging in.

Dessert ended up being a tiramisu that Emily enjoyed so much she ate hers, and then half of Derek’s. Though it was mostly because he was the one feeding it to her. Enjoying the way her tongue darted out, and licked her lips with each bite.

After that the evening should have ended with Derek taking Emily upstairs and having his way with her. But he managed to restrain himself. Instead of going straight to the bedroom. He led her to the living room, and the two of them slow danced in their pajamas. Their smiles wide, their toes digging into the soft carpet.

Smooth jazz playing in the background.

By the time that the two of them went upstairs, and Derek was buried in her slick warmth. Their hands moving over their naked bodies...I love you, I love you, I love you... was stuck on repeat in his head as he looked at Emily.

But he could not say it, so he showed it. Peppering her with kisses everywhere his lips could reach. His fingers ghosting over her skin. Soft and gentle, adoring every bit of her.

’I love you,, he thought, when his climax swept him away and he meant it. Little did he know that Emily was also thinking the same things, and that on Monday morning.

When she made her way to the bus stop, she was still thinking those same words. Lost in thought as she walked the city streets. Unaware of a man taking pictures of her. A man who had been quietly observing her from a distance.

A man who had steadily been noting down everything he saw and who felt that he now almost had enough to report back to his boss.