Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 459 – Dinner with the Prince

Ella

Conner opens my car door and gives an odd little bow as I get out of it.

“What on earth was that?” I ask, grinning at him.

Conner, to his credit, blushes a little as he gives me a shrug. “I don’t know, you’re a Queen now. Aren’t I supposed to bow?”

I wrinkle my nose at him. “I have no idea,” I say, laughing, pleased when he laughs with me and closes the car door behind me. “But since neither of us know, maybe we should cut it out?”

“All right,” he says with a grin, looking up towards the restaurant where Calvin asked me to meet him. I’m a little thrilled, honestly, to be out of the palace for the first time in weeks and also pleased that this was kept quiet enough that there is no press here to capture the moment.

“I’m glad you’re here, Conner,” I say quietly, taking a deep breath to steel myself.

“Anytime, Luna,” he murmurs, and he keeps close by my side as I walk up the stairs.

I’m relieved to see, when I get inside, that the restaurant is dark and only about half full, all of the patrons gathered in deep booths so that I can only see the tops of their heads. I smile to myself, thinking that the Prince chose his venue well.

“This way, Highness,” a young woman says, smiling at me and leading me not into the dining room but towards a small elevator. The three of us are a bit packed in, but the ride is short – just to the second floor. When the door slides open, the young woman smiles and gestures forward into a very small, very pretty private dining room. There’s even a little balcony terrace outside that looks absolutely gorgeous in the moonlight.

Calvin is sitting alone at a table, looking at his phone with a half-full glass of wine in front of him. When I step into the room he looks up and he smiles.

And damn it, but I have to admit…he’s really good looking. Not as good looking as Sinclair – I mean, at least not to me but the way that smile lights his face, and those cheekbones, and those violet eyes?

Damn.

But I don’t have much time to think on it as he stands up and holds out a hand to me, inviting me to the table.

I smile myself, not needing to force it as I cross the room to take his hand. That buzz of electricity passes between us as he leans forward, murmuring a greeting and intending to brush the barest kiss against my cheek – nothing inappropriate, nothing that wouldn’t pass between an ambassador and a Queen

little, considering that he probably got a

hesitates as if tempted,

flutters in me at the nearness of

hell

looks beyond me at Conner, who is standing a few paces

turn to look at

says, nodding and smiling a little in recognition of the graciousness of the invitation. “I’m fine over here,” he gestures towards a little couch in the

away. I smile a little as

says, his voice hesitating a little, “I

My mate needed a little reassurance and I’m happy to give it to him, even if

asks, peering at me, truly trying to assess what he can do to make me comfortable.

his solicitousness – because I honestly get the impression that he cares. He wanted to have this dinner

a little hungry,” I say, leaning forward with a laugh. “And thirsty, if

murmurs, raising a hand and signaling to a waiter I

the glass to my lips and savoring the taste of the

in his curiosity. He frowns at

obvious while he takes a long sip of his drink. “Rafe’s only a few months

stop, and burst into laughter, because Calvin chokes a little on

I say, leaning forward, unable to stop my grin. “Is that should I not have

throat and looks down at the table, embarrassed, though

correct,

looking up at me a little now, growing more comfortable. ” It’s just honestly, I’ve never heard

him with wide eyes, setting my glass down

how young babies are fed, it’s just…” he leans back, running a hand through his hair, “honestly, Ella, women in my world never,

at him, holding his eyes.

nodding, and I laugh

I agree. It is…crazy, that in my world women and men are so separate. It is

easy this conversation already is. Because even if we’re talking about a really complicated subject that’s difficult for him? The way that we’re talking – it’s like speaking with an old

about my life and I tell him everything, readily, easily – all about Cora, and my sweet baby Rafe, and growing up in the orphanage and the strange way I met my mate. Some details I keep back – he doesn’t need to know all about my powers, or the fact that my