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The waiter doesn’t know where to look—doesn’t take down the order on his tiny pad. He seems to have been struck mute. So I coughed, and the young man nods quickly, seeming to come back to himself before stumbling away.
‘What the fuck was that all about?’ Louise whispers—no, hisses—narrowing her gaze.
‘You didn’t want me going easy on you.’
‘I don’t appreciate being embarrassed—’ I chuckled darkly, and she begins to splutter with indignation. ‘I do not! And I don’t appreciate having my drinks ordered for me. I’m not a little girl.’
‘You aren’t? Then stop acting like one,’ I reply, straightening my cuffs. ‘And while we’re airing our grievances, I don’t appreciate being made to wait.’ The crux of it. The reason my stomach had been in knots since she left last weekend. ‘Let’s move on now, shall we?’
‘Whatever,’ she huffs, folding her arms. ‘But there’s no way I’m drinking that god-awful ick.’
‘If you know what’s good for you, you will.’ My cadence is even, but she couldn’t have misheard the steel underlining the words.
‘Good for me how?’ she asks, sounding more curious than coquette.
‘Good girls get rewarded.’
‘What do reasonable women get?’ she snaps in response. But I don’t answer. Don’t lift my head from the menu. I don’t reward outbursts unless it’s for my benefit. ‘Maybe if you ask nicely,’ she begins, changing her mind and her tone. ‘You know what? Fuck you.’
I place the menu down slowly, leaning back in my chair. ‘I don’t do nice very often; I thought you knew. Thought that’s why you liked me?’ My smile takes on a brutal edge, one that, if appearances are to be believed, creates a shiver against her spine. She blushes. Fully. Her cheeks as red as her arse cheeks last week. And I want to do it again. Want to hear her cry for me again so beautifully.
‘When I offer you a wet pussy, you take it. Otherwise, you’re just being impolite.’
She’s prevented from answering, prevented from rolling expletives from her tongue, as the waiter returns, placing the gaudy pink drink in front of her. I almost laugh at her expression of distaste, though am intrigued as it morphs into something else.
Dipping her forefinger into her drink, Louise lifts it to her mouth. Devilment is her absolute purpose, and her eyes glint as she lifts them to the waiter, her eyelids and lips closing languidly. The noises she makes as she sucks on it? Pure seduction. A moment later, she withdraws it with a soft pop.
‘I’ve never fingered a pussy in public before,’ she purrs, dipping her finger back into her drink. ‘It tastes... sweet. Here, baby, taste.’ She offers me the finger, surprised when I take her hand in mine and play along.
‘You do taste sweet. And sticky.’ As she withdraws her finger, I catch the end with a long flick of my tongue.
The poor waiter stands unmoving as if he doesn’t know where to look—wherenotto look—frozen stock-still like he’s been caught watching porn.By his mother.
‘And wet, just how you like me.’
‘That will be all,’ I drawl, curling a brow. I’m not sure if the direction is for Louise, the waiter, or both. ‘You’re wicked,’ I add on the breath of half a laugh as the waiter snaps out of his daze to stumble away. ‘The poor boy’s going to be wanking to images of that for weeks.’
‘What’s not nice? I just gave him... material. I’m lovely,’ she says, laughing.
The heavy atmosphere changes to light in the blink of an eye. I’d been more anxious than annoyed as the minutes had passed by.What if she wasn’t coming? What if she didn’t feel the same?And then she had arrived, sauntering into the restaurant without a care. Or an apology. Anxiety had certainly turned to annoyance. But now? Now I’m just relieved. And a little bit overwhelmed as I lean closer, interrupting her with a sudden kiss. I don’t imagine it as she melts at the touch of my lips.
‘You’ve such a beautiful mouth,’ I whisper. ‘And it talks such a fierce game. But anything you don’t see with your own eyes always creates a cloud of doubt, I find.’
It’s always easy to redirect the conversation to sex, I find.
She frowns, not quite grasping my meaning. ‘You want me to...? Is that why you had me wear a dress?’ Swallowing audibly, she closes the space between us. ‘You want to follow me into the bathrooms?’
‘Tempting, but a bathroom stall isn’t nearly big enough for me to do all that I want to do to you. Tell me something else.’Distract me before I drag you from your seat for just that.She deserves better than being bent over a toilet bowl. And I don’t do those kinds of things anymore. ‘Tell me something about your week.’
Her teeth graze her lips as she considers her answer. ‘Maybe you’d like to hear about what I’ve been doing to myself while thinking of you?’
‘Have you been touching yourself?’ She nods, though barely blushes. ‘Interesting, I’ll agree. But I’m not some horny teenager. I need more material to go on. You can show me later how you do the deed.’
Chapter Twelve
LOUISE
We ordered dinner, but I barely ate, feeling as nervous as the waiter who’d delivered our plates. I hadn’t meant to make him feel so uncomfortable, but being around Dan does all kinds of things to me. I replace my dinner with the liquid kind. One cocktail and alotof wine. I’m all about quelling the nerves for tonight, to help me in this corner I’ve painted myself into.
