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She swallowed hard and her face flushed pink. The tiny worry vein at her temple made an appearance.
He sat back, letting his arm hang over the back of the stool and his own legs fall to the side. He shot Veronica a snide grin.
“You have pants on,” she spat out.
He made no comment, simply waited until she gathered her courage. His silence did the trick. Instead of fear, determination darkened her eyes.
She leaned forward, letting the heel of her hands hold her dress against the seat of the chair between her legs, but they were spread wide, as wide as she could get them.
Her hands moved closer to her thighs and her fingers clasped the hem of her dress. She slid her hands up, revealing smooth, supple thighs encased in black stockings topped by a band of lace. She pulled the dress up as far as the lace, but no more, letting him see creamy bare skin and the satin that covered her center.
He picked up the remote, letting it slide through his fingers as he turned it around on the bar. Her breath caught in anticipation. He decided he liked this game. He liked the power that came with making her tense with excitement at the thought of him using the remote.
Her eyes darted to the right. Shock lit up her face and immediately she lowered her gaze and turned away. But she was still obedient; her legs remained open.
He followed her line of sight and locked eyes with a man sitting at a booth just behind them. No doubt he had the same view of the beauty hiding under her dress. The man raised his glass in appreciation with a smile curving one side of his lip. A growl rumbled low in Finn’s chest.
It was your brilliant idea to have her spread her legs in public, dummy.
He leaned forward, his hands gripping her thighs. She tensed at his touch but her muscles softened as his fingers massaged her legs.
He needed to get her out of the spotlight.
“How far is the range of this remote, exactly?” he asked.
She stuttered her words. “T-twenty-five f-feet.”
Perfect. The washroom was right outside the entrance to the bar.
“You’re going to visit the ladies’ room, lock yourself in the stall, and sit. Take your phone.” He picked it up from the bar where she’d set it. “When you’re comfortable, let me know.”
She looked at him with confusion, but followed his directions nonetheless.
When she walked away, he noticed she had picked up an extra sway to her hips. No doubt from her burlesque lessons. The fabric of her dress swayed from left to right as she balanced on high heels, the highest he’d ever seen her wear.
He ordered another drink while he waited. Four minutes later, her text still hadn’t come. Was she gathering her courage? Had he pushed her too far?
Finally, his phone buzzed on the bar.
I’m ready.
He pushed the button on the remote, keeping it at the lowest setting. Can you feel that?
Veronica replied, Yes.
He wished he had a front-row seat, wanting desperately to see the look on her face. To know how much she enjoyed the subtle buzz against her body.
He turned the remote up to the next level. And waited. No response.
Are you alone in there?
Her response came quickly. No.
He smiled and a devilish idea formulated. He experimented with the settings, switching from high to low, from pulse to vibrate. His phone buzzed again.
Evil.
He laughed. That was the point. Enough playing around. It was time for him to demonstrate who was in control. He turned the setting to high and used the random pulse option. That should be enough to get her going. To get her off.
