The warm words from Augustine drew a smile to Charles's lips as he slowly ran his tongue across them, moistening his lips with a subtle flick.
"Now I'm going to have high expectations and await the date you've set up for me," Charles purred.
Augustine chuckled softly, the sound rich with mischief.
He kept his eyes locked on the road, calm and composed behind the wheel, while Charles stared out the window, his heart thumping with anticipation for what awaited them.
Then, with deliberate ease, Augustine began to slow the car, eventually pulling up beside the sidewalk.
Across the street stood a luxurious five-star restaurant, its grand entrance glowing under the soft evening lights—an exclusive haven reserved only for the elite.
Charles blinked, stunned. "You brought me here?" he whispered.
Augustine smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Only the best for the man who makes my heart race."
