She smiled at him and ran her hand lightly down his arm. “Us being together like this is nice, isn’t it? It makes me remember how good life can be.”
His gaze followed her hand, wishing like hell it would go lower to palm his throbbing dick.Damn, she’s killing me.He lifted one shoulder. “I guess.”
Her laugh surrounded him and slid down his body, landing on his pulsing shaft.
“You done with the salad?” She nodded. “Let’s eat in the great room.” He carried out the food and she followed him, the salad bowl secure in her hands. He set everything down on the table and plopped on the chair. She joined him and ordered a glass of wine when Blade came over to give Rock a beer.
She ate two sandwiches, and he loved looking at her as she took dainty bites. He used to love watching her eat because she did it so delicately. He’d forgotten about that until right then. He had to admit being with her was comfortable as hell. It soothed an ache in him he’d had since he’d left home, but he didn’t trust her. He couldn’t let himself be lured in by good memories.
Be careful with this one. Don’t let her burn you again. Keep your distance. She’s keeping shit from you. Something’s not right. I can sense it.
As he placed a forkful of salad in his mouth, he smelled Wendy’s fresh scent before she stood behind him and draped her arms around his neck. Leaning down close to him, she breathed in his ear, “You wanna have some fun later on?”
He craned his neck to see her and noticed Clotille giving the club girl a hard look. A deep, satisfying feeling filled him when he realized she was jealous of Wendy. Rock grasped the club girl’s hands and said softly in her ear, “Not tonight. Another time.”
Wendy’s eyes darted from Clotille back to Rock’s hands on hers. She pressed closer to him, her low-cut top displaying her breasts. “Who’s she?”
“A friend from back home. We got shit to catch up on.”
A slow smile spread over her face. “Oh. I got ya. When you’re done catching up, let me know.” She kissed his cheek and then ambled away, her hips swaying seductively in her short dress.
Rock turned his attention back to his food, mindful of Clotille’s change in demeanor.
“She certainly isn’t shy, is she?” she muttered under her breath.
“She’s a club girl so they act differently, you know? No worries. I’m here with you.”
She shoved back in her chair and laughed dryly. “Don’t mind me. You’re a free agent.” He nodded. “I know that. I can catch up with her another time.” He smiled inwardly as she sneaked peeks at Wendy, sitting on Wheelie’s lap a couple tables away from them.
As they finished their meal in silence, a series of beeps emitted from her phone, and she kept ignoring them.
“I think someone’s trying to get a hold of you.” Rock pointed to her phone as it danced on the table.
“You think?” Clotille leaned back and crossed her arms.
She’s still fuckin’ pissed about Wendy. Damn, that’s a surprise.“You gonna pick up?”
“No. It’s Frederick. He’s been texting and calling me nonstop since I turned my phone back on after Miss Hospitality moved on to another one of your club friends.”
“That’s what she’s here for. You don’t need to worry about her. You could spin circles around her.” He winked and threw her one of the crooked smiles that made women flush with desire. Redness crept up her neck.The fuckin’ smile does it every damn time.“Don’t you want to see what he wants?”
She shook her head. “I know he’s anxious that I may be hurt or in trouble.” She drummed her fingers on the table.
“Then why don’t you answer it and tell him you’re okay?” Rock wanted to throw the beeping phone across the room and place his hands over her nervous fingers.
“I’m not ready to talk to him.”
“Text him.”
“He’ll drive me crazy with questions.”
“Don’t answer ‘em. Tell him you’re fine. That’s it. It’s not so hard.”
She smiled at him. “I’m glad to be here with you right now. It just feels good, you know?”
It feels fuckin’ awesome, but I can’t be drawn back into her fucked-up world.“Sure. You wanna go back up to my room?”
“Do you have any Cajun music?”
