After she finished talking, Catherine turned to me, her eyes filled with determination as if she truly intended to marry no one but me.
But I knew this was a performance, having to play my part convincingly. So, I took her hand in mine, making it look real.
"Mr. Price, don't worry. I might not have a ton of cash right now, but I promise, if she marries me, her life won't get any worse."
Maybe this suit made me look more put-together or something because Andrew, who initially had a disparaging attitude towards me, now seemed convinced by my words. He gave me a serious nod, "I'll give you a shot, but you need to make it big in your career first before I can agree to the marriage."
"No problem, it's a way to show my love for Catherine. I accept the challenge."
"Good, then it's settled. Enjoy your meal. Catherine loves this place. You should bring her here often."
"Sure thing," I said with a smile, then cut a piece of steak and fed it to Catherine.
After she took a bite, she said, "This is delicious. I should've ordered what you did."
"If you like it, it's yours." I swapped our plates without a second thought.
Catherine happily dug in. Since I had already cut the steak into pieces, she just had to eat.
Seeing us like that, Andrew smiled warmly, "Love is something else. When you were a kid, you wouldn't touch anything I had eaten. Now you're fine with sharing food with David."
"We've kissed, so what's the big deal about sharing food?" Catherine shot back.
"Well, as long as you're happy with David, I'm happy too."
After dinner, Catherine asked if I wanted to check out her villa. I didn't have any plans, so I said sure.
We got in the car, and the driver took us to the suburbs. Her villa was the only one around, spread over 11.5 square miles, with a pool, tennis court, and even a helicopter.
It was way fancier than anything I'd seen on TV.
"We're here, let's get out," Catherine said, taking my hand.
She led me to the villa. The entrance had a facial recognition system, and she just looked at the screen, then the gate unlocked.
Catherine pushed open the gate, took my arm, and led me inside to the main control area. "Welcome to my home. You're the master here now. Let's register your face so you can come over whenever you want."
She set up the system to add my face. I stood in front of the screen, following the instructions.
"If I'm not home, you can wait for me here. I come back every day after work," Catherine said.
"Got it, babe." I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck, taking in her scent. Her perfume was light, like a natural plant scent, not too strong.
Maybe it was because Andrew had given us his blessing, or maybe it was the alcohol, but Catherine seemed to be in a really good mood. She leaned in, smiling, her nose brushing against mine, her eyes full of love.
The atmosphere in the villa quickly got heated.
I swallowed hard, feeling my throat go dry, and couldn't help but lean down to kiss her soft lips, gently sucking on them.
Catherine playfully poked my chest and murmured, "Don't... I have lipstick on."
"It's fine, I don't mind." I kept holding her, kissing her softly, then lifted her up and started walking towards the sofa, still kissing her.
Catherine clung to my shirt tightly.
I glanced up to make sure I was heading the right way. Luckily, her place was spacious, and there was nothing in the way.
I easily carried her to the sofa and laid her down. I kissed her lips, my hands rubbing her waist through the fabric.
Catherine was really sensitive. Even through the fabric, she felt ticklish and squirmed, trying to escape my touch.
But my hands were big, and no matter how she moved, she couldn't get away, which only made her more ticklish.
"It tickles... stop it," she giggled, pushing at my chest.
I grabbed her hands and lifted it over my head with one hand, while the other unzipped her dress, then began taking it off.
Luckily, she was wearing a strapless dress, so I could take it off without any trouble.
Catherine knew what I was up to but didn't stop me.
As her dress came off, she squeezed her legs together, her knees slightly bent.
I let go of her hands, grabbed her dress, and with a strong pull, it came off.
Then I helped her sit up, placed her hands on the buttons of my shirt, and said in a husky voice, "You should help me undress."
"But..." Catherine was still new to this and felt a bit shy.
I sat her on my lap, one hand on her waist, the other on her chest, and whispered, "It's just us. It's not embarrassing to take the initiative. No one else will know."
Seeing her hesitation, I added, "Come on. You look stunning today. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. I've been hard since this afternoon. If you don't help me out of these clothes, it's gonna be uncomfortable. And if I'm uncomfortable, I won't be able to make you feel good."
Catherine's strapless dress meant she wasn't wearing a bra, just a flesh-colored chest pad. I intertwined my fingers and kneaded them, feeling no different from touching her bare skin.