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Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 859

Chapter 859: Date

Charlotte Thompson. Virgin. On her first date. With me.

No pressure.

"This is too much, Peter," she finally said.

But I heard what she really meant. Not too expensive or too fancy. She meant too much effort. Too much care. Too much of someone actually thinking about what would make her happy.

"It’s exactly enough." I pulled out her chair for her. "Sit. Drink wine. Let me take care of you for one night."

She sat. Looked up at me with those soft brown eyes—and I saw it. The wonder. The disbelief. The tiny part of her that couldn’t quite accept that someone had done this for her.

"You don’t have to take care of me."

"I know." I took my own seat across from her. "I want to."

Her first date.

The sommelier appeared moments later—a distinguished man with silver hair and the kind of accent that suggested he’d been born in a vineyard and raised by grapes. He launched into an explanation of their wine selection that was half poetry, half chemistry lecture.

I let Charlotte choose. She knew wine better than I did—one of those skills that came with growing up in a world where fourteen-year-olds were expected to distinguish between a Bordeaux and a Burgundy.

She chose a Château Margaux. 2010. The sommelier’s eyebrows rose in approval.

"Excellent selection, mademoiselle. A wine of exceptional character."

He disappeared to retrieve it. Charlotte watched him go, then turned back to me with a small smile.

"You’re staring."

"I’m admiring." I leaned back in my chair. "There’s a difference."

"Is there?"

"Staring is creepy. Admiring is appreciating art."

"I’m not art."

"You’re better." I grinned. "Art just hangs there. You actually do things."

She laughed—a real laugh this time, full and warm, the kind that made heads turn at nearby tables. Charlotte Thompson laughing was a rare and precious thing, and I intended to make it happen as many times as possible tonight.

"You’re ridiculous," she said.

"I prefer ’charmingly absurd.’"

"Same thing."

"Semantics."

"You already used that one."

"It’s a good word. I’m getting my money’s worth."

The sommelier returned with the wine. Performed the ritual of opening—the careful cut of the foil, the precise extraction of the cork, the ceremonial pour for Charlotte’s approval. She swirled, sniffed, sipped, nodded.

He filled our glasses and vanished again.

I toggled on my Taboo Aura. Just a little. Let the Lust Presence seep out into the restaurant like invisible smoke.

I’d missed this. The honest thoughts of strangers. The unfiltered desires of women who didn’t know me, didn’t have history with me, just responded to something primal and undeniable.

The effect was immediate.

The hostess at the front—mid-thirties, wedding ring, professional smile—glanced in my direction. Her thoughts hit me like a wave: {God, look at him. I’d let him bend me over this podium right now. Tell my husband I’m working late. Wouldn’t even feel guilty.}

A woman at the bar—blonde, expensive dress, here with what looked like a business associate—turned on her stool. Her mind was louder: {I would literally pay him. Whatever he wanted. Empty my accounts. Just for one night. One hour. One fucking minute with those hands on me.}

The waitress who’d brought our menus earlier passed by again, completely unnecessarily. Her thoughts were almost pornographic: {He could have me in the bathroom. Against the wall. On the floor. I don’t care if I get fired. I don’t care if anyone hears. Please, God, please let him look at me again.}

I smiled to myself. Humans were so beautifully honest when they didn’t know anyone was listening.

"That’s called ’chugging,’ Charlotte."

"It’s called ’self-medication.’" But she set the glass down, smiled at me. "Sorry. It’s been a day."

"It’s been a day," I agreed. "Which is why we’re here. No work talk. No Aurelia talk. No anything talk except whatever makes you smile."

"I spent an hour in your office. There’s a system. I cracked it." I tilted my head. "What I couldn’t figure out is why you have a green one on your monitor that just says ’NO’ in capital letters." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

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