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“Dang, you guys,” I mutter. “Tone it down, just a tad.”
When they finally separate, a little fog of pheromones bursts outward from them. My cock swells in my pants, throbbing against my zipper.
“I was just kidding,” I admit. “Do it again.”
“Do you think he got it?” she murmurs, batting her eyelashes and blushing like an ingenue.
That makes three different people she’s been since she showed up: awkward, shrewd, and innocent. Which one is the real Bella, I wonder?
“I think it was simulcast on Sirius. Now, we need to get out here,” I advise them.
“That's a great idea,” Emmet says, but he is still gazing into her eyes like a
fucking cartoon character.
“Seriously, you two, knock it off. I think you sold it, but one waiter telling that blogger that she was just licking my molars will blow the whole gambit, understand? Save a little bit for the honeymoon, why don’t you?”
She blinks several times, taking a few slow breaths as she reassembles that invisible brick wall in front of her face. I'm fascinated by watching her defenses go back up. What a complicated creature she is.
“I think that was sufficient,” she announces clinically, like she's reading the results of a marketing test. “Mission accomplished. Meeting adjourned. But I don't want him following me home, okay?”
“Understood,” Emmet agrees.
“Wait, what just happened? What's understood?” I ask.
“There's an exit between the restroom doors,” he murmurs, pushing her hair back behind her very pretty ear with his fingers.
“Seriously, guys, give it a rest?” I interrupt. “He's probably run out of memory by now. It's not like he's streaming. You can lay off. Let’s just go.”
Just to spite me, she reaches out and strokes his shoulder. “You can't leave me here,” she giggles, continuing the theater as though they are still both on camera. “I'm coming with you.”
I cross my arms, somehow not losing my hard-on in a fog of irritability. Fine. If they're going to continue this community theater guild production of “let's pretend we’re in love for public relations purposes,” I'm going to pretend to be jealous. Fine.
I said, fine.
“I suppose you're right,” he continues, scooting his chair a little bit closer toward hers while I try not to roll my eyes. “You stand up, and I'll follow right after. They'll assume we’re going to have a quickie in the ladies room.”
She tips her head back, laughing in this low, throaty voice that sends chills up my arms. Dammit.
“Nice try, smart guy! Just get me out here and I will do the rest.”
“You're missing out,” he smiles, standing and holding his hand out for her. She puts her hand in his and rises, batting her eyes so convincingly that she looks like she's going to faint.
“I'm sure I'll survive,” she replies as she sashays in front of him, gliding toward the restrooms with her hips swishing suggestively under her skirt. It really does look like they're going to the bathroom for a quickie. I'm practically convinced, and I’ve been listening to their whole conversation.
I give them a ten second head start and glance toward the blogger to make sure he is still doing his part. After dropping four or five hundred dollars on the table, I stand up too. I plaster a knowing grin on my face and walk casually after them as if to say no, of course we’re not both going to have sex with her. I merely need to use the facilities, like a gentleman.
But I notice that he still has the iPhone pointed this way. Maybe he really was streaming video. I'm not sure.
And I can't help it. I know I shouldn't, but something comes over me. I look right into the tiny eye of that little camera and stand up straight, arching my back just the tiniest bit so that my trousers stretch over my hard dick again. There's enough light coming through that window, it should be apparent. If it's not immediately apparent, somebody will Photoshop it in, like they always do.
Then I look right at him, and I wink. Just for a second, but long enough.
CHAPTER 7
Emmet
She looks back over her shoulder and gives me one last flirty, seductive glance before pushing the door out toward the alley. After swiveling her head left and right to ensure we’re alone, she turns on her heel and sticks her hand out stubbornly.
