“Okayis all you have to say?”
"Yes,okayis all I have to say because I want you so badly – now – and you’re telling me to wait. I’m an impatient person, Branson, so your golden dick better be good.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, it will be."
* * *
Most of the meal goes by in a blur. After timing our exits from the bathroom to perfection, nobody asks us any questions while everyone gushes over Evan’s performance. I sat across from him, needing the distance.
Still, he managed to convince Michelle to switch places, so he ended up next to me the second half of the night. I had to pretend his large hand resting casually on my thigh wasn’t making me go crazy like his fingers weren’t inside me only minutes ago.
“What’s everyone’s food like?” Kennedy asks innocently as she pokes around her food. “Is anyone else’s lasagne…”
“So wet?” Evan says, his voice low, but no one picks up on the way he squeezes my thigh, inching his hand further and further up so my pussy aches.
“Yeah,” Kennedy says, sulking as she refuses to take a bite of the food. She looks like a little baby, and I laugh, pushing my hair out of my face. When her eyes widen, I immediately notice the mistake I’ve made. “Oh my god! Did you two get matching friendship bracelets?”
“What are you talking about?” Evan asks, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. Oh, that poor, sweet, not-so-innocent boy.
Kennedy points at my wrist. “That ribbon. You were wearing it at your performance. I thought I recognised it,” she says, tutting.
“Oh, yeah, I remember too,” Wren says, looking between the two of us. “Go on, Evan. Show us yours.”
“I don’t have one,” he says, glancing over at me and then back to Kennedy who is not buying it.
“Then why do you both have the same one?” she asks, titling her head.
“Yeah, and come to think of it, your wrists are looking a little red, Scarley,” Miles chimes in. I swear he just wants me to murder him.
“Oh my god,” I groan. “I always wear a ribbon my wrist, you guys know that. Evan must havestolenone of mine for good luck in his performance. He probably took it off between then and now. My wrists are red because I keep switching them around. End of fucking story.”
Everyone falls silent before Kennedy nods, a little frightened at my outburst until they all eventually fall back into a quiet conversation. Evan doesn’t say anything other than moving his hands further up my thigh, knowing that I’m still drenched for him. He hisses when he feels my arousal, his knuckles brushing against my clit.
“That’s my smart girl,” he murmurs, only for us to hear.
How much longer am I going to have to wait for him and that golden dick?
41
Evan
This is our last time having a chance to run through our presentation before we have to hand in our final report. We’ve managed to keep up with the progress of the app. Watching it come to life has been incredible. The last thing we need to do is perfect our presentation before we have to present it in front of the class.
Scarlett came over to my house this morning to start working on it. My dad isn’t home — thank God — so I haven’t had to worry about speaking to him. Since Lucas’s arrest, we’ve hardly spoken about him going behind my back and betraying me when I told him to stop digging. He could have got us all killed if he didn’t stop. I’m not ready to hear him out yet and I don’t know when I will be. Still, having Scarlett here, safe, seemingly happy, is enough for me right now.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” she asks, turning towards me. We set up a projector onto a huge whiteboard so we could go through the presentation in my office. She’s standing in front of it in a pencil skirt and a blouse, giving a hot teacher look as she flicks through the cue cards. After hearing those delicious moans come out of her mouth in the bathroom and she asked me to fuck her, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.
“I’m looking,” I say.
She smirks. “I said ‘Listening’ not looking, you perv. We don’t have a lot of time left and we need to make this as close to perfect as possible.”
“Okay, run through it one more time.”
And she does. She explains to me how we’re going to start giving a pitch aboutHard to Telland how we would advertise it. She goes on to vaguely explain the details of the app with notes from the software developer before handing it over to me.
Whilst I’m doing my run through, flicking through the slides, she stands next to the window, staring out into my bleak backyard. I try to continue talking, to keep practising, but she’s distracting me without even doing anything.
“Areyoueven listening?” I ask playfully, stopping my rant. She doesn’t respond or move to suggest she’s even heard me. I stalk closer to her. She has one of her arms wrapped around her middle, the other resting next to her mouth, biting her nails. I place a hand on her waist, coming behind her. “Scarlett?”
