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I ask for another beer—some imported Japanese brew Bruce recommends—the instant the waiter reappears.
I need it to stop imagining sliding my fingers into his daughter, dragging them to my lips, and tasting a sweetness far more decadent than a hundred of these high-class dinners.
It doesn’t help that I have to count in my head, ticking off every precious second I pry my eyes off her.
One.
She won’t even look at me.
I see her in my peripheral vision, quietly stabbing at her food. She only lifts her head to glance at our parents and nod along with whatever mundane thing they’re blabbing about.
Pretty sure it’s that honeymoon to Fiji.
Two.
Her foot scrapes mine and sweeps back into her space like she’s hit an electric current.
Fuck, that hurts.
I’m not insane—I know she has her reasons—but am I really so repulsive when she was sucking my tongue last night? All because of this clownish technicality making us 'family?'
My hand drifts under the table.
I brush her hip, softly at first, then more insistently because I still won’t let myself look at her.
Three.
She jolts up, nearly knocking her chair out behind her.
“Excuse me,” she mutters as her dad stops talking. “Bathroom break. I’ll be right back.”
I pretend to scratch my chin, hiding my predatory smirk, but I think she sees it anyway before she stalks away.
She looks like she could stab me right between the eyes—and I wonder what my malfunction is when that turns me on so much.
Maybe it’s just the thought of being awkwardlyignoredby a woman I was guaranteed to sink my dick into only hours ago.
Fuck everything about this.
I’m hate-chewing my lobster, not even caring about flecks of shell in my teeth, when she returns and sits down next to me five minutes later without a second glance.
“Say, Christopher, since you’re working security now, you could translate that experience into something that’d let you have a life.” My mother throws an expectant look across the table.
“I could,” I say, pretending to consider it.
Awesome. Here we fucking go.
“Why don’t you see what Bruce’s company has open after the merger?” Ma stares at me intently. She’s not really asking and it’s definitely not for my own good. I don’t even know what turn this conversation is taking after thinking about all the ways I’d enjoy ripping off Delia’s panties and fucking her right on this table. “You know how much I worry. Especially after the last incident—that disgusting man wasallover the news—and people got shot?”
“Nobody died,” I say coldly. “That’s the most important part.”
I stare at my food, trying like hell not to dwell on how close death came.
“Still, they keep sending you off to dangerous places, doing God only knows what... When you took the job, you told me you’d be protecting people.”
“And I do,” I clip. “Unless you think I shouldn’t have helped bring down a fuck who was so deep in trading twelve year olds, he makes Epstein look like a petty shoplifter.”
Bruce and Delia’s mouths drop.
