Coincidentally, I had a pussy for him to stroke, which was why I needed to talk to him. “In the office.”
“Can’t. Too busy.”
I gave a pointed look at the empty tables and stools.
Tuesdays and Wednesdays were busy around dinner time, but they slowed down early. Thursdays went a little later because everyone was already in a Friday mindset.
“It’ll just take a minute,” I said.
It was a lie.
It would take all of twenty seconds if he put the vibration on high.
Ten if he touched me himself.
“Later,” he said.
“But—” My argument died in my throat at the sharp look he gave.
If he’s not going to make me come, I’m not going to stand in his arms.
I tried to dislodge myself, earning another warning glance seconds before the vibration shot up. “Hey!”
All eyes shot to me at the inappropriately loud objection.
Holy shit, I’m not dying.
I’m going to killhim.
I scrambled to cover. “Hey, I’m going to go take care of all these imaginary customers you seem to think are here.”
He released his hold, and I backed away before he changed his mind and came up with a new way to torture me.
Maybe if I crouch down to grab something, I can get enough friction to come.
Like he knew what I was thinking, the vibration turned off.
Damn.
Rhys waited until I was busy with a tray of refills for Alice’s table before saying, “I guess I should make cuts.”
The vibration started, a slow build that got me close before ebbing away.
“Who wants to go?” he continued.
Just like the damn sensation continued, growing more powerful as he increased the speed.
I slapped my palms on the bar, and again, everyone looked my way.
“I’ll go,” I said.
Faster.
Faster.
Almost.
Almost.
