“God, you look amazing. What are you doin, I mean?” He sent a smile in my direction, which I didn’t acknowledge. And he too finally felt the chill coming from me and slightly cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, as she returned to her seat.
He threw another apologetic glance at me. “I’m sorry. We’re old friends.” He turned back to her. “Do you still have my number?” he asked quickly.
I knew there was nothing sexual in their relationship, but I wanted to rip him to shreds.
“No, I lost my old phone a while ago and couldn’t retrieve my contacts.”
“No worries. I’ll be serving you for the rest of the dinner so I’ll definitely hand it over before you leave.”
“That would be great.”
“I saw your sister about three weeks ago when I was with my friends at Sinkhole. She’s still as crazy as ever.”
“Yeah,” she replied, and I noted the flash of sadness that passed through her eyes.
“Oh, look at me just yapping away. What do you want to eat, Gorgeous?”
I knew there was nothing to the endearment. That it was harmless. A friendly thing, but I had to forcibly keep myself from leaping out of my chair and socking the fool.
She was all smiles as she gave him her order and so was he as he finally took his leave.
I was boiling with anger, but didn’t ask her about him. After a few tense moments of silence, she explained herself. “We used to work together, at a diner a few years back. I haven’t seen him since. I apologize for the interruption.”
I decided that she needed to be punished for being so brazen and so defiant before me.
“Get over here,” I commanded, and her eyes widened slightly in shock.Chapter 26SkyeA shiver crackled through my spine at his words.
Because I knew that look in his eyes, the almost ferocious gaze and I knew what usually followed after that. The last time he had had that look in his eyes and told me to get over to where he was, I had been fucked against a door and left in a puddle at his feet.
“Um,” I swallowed. “I need to go to the Ladies first?”
“You’re going to be sorry if I have to repeat myself.”
“Please. Someone could come in.” All I could think about was James and the fact that he worked here. This was not how I wanted someone from my past to see me.
“No one will come in until I allow them to.”
Through the glass, I could see the other igloos around us, and people passing in between. I was pretty certain that they couldn’t see into our own encasement, but they would definitely be able to hear us especially since there was no way that I would be able to stay quiet after he touched me.
“But people can hear us,” I whispered.
His gaze darkened even further, and I had to accept the painful truth that I didn’t have a choice. This was what I had been paid for. I rose to my feet and circled the table until I was standing in front of him. He watched me intently with those wolf eyes. He placed his hand on my ass, and then pulled me close to him till his face was before my crotch, and then he inhaled. I had gone without any underwear in order to do the dress the justice it deserved, so I knew he could smell me.
His grip on my ass tightened, as he slipped his hand into my dress and up my thigh. Then he palmed me, and I quivered. In that moment all I could think about was hoisting my dress even further up to my waist and then riding his face. I had done it in the past and it had blown my mind but this was a public place.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured.
The very thought of him and perhaps the reaction he would have to me in this dress had already turned me on hours earlier so he was right I was already soaking wet for him. Things had however taken a wrong turn when I must have annoyed him by being overly familiar with James. But I couldn’t help it. James had been a friend to me for a long time, though at the moment it felt like another lifetime ago.
He pushed his glass and cutlery away from him. “Sit on the table.”
I wanted to act stubbornly, to make things difficult for him, but I knew there was no point because it was either I got rid of the tension that had so built up inside or I was going to literally explode in a ball of frustration. Silently, I obeyed.
“Open your legs and show me your pussy,” he commanded.
Slowly I spread my thighs and he saw for himself how wet I was.