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‘Look at me Maeve.’ I snapped my eyes open and focused on his reflection. ‘Tell me it’s what you want. To be my equal out there.’
‘What about in here?’ I gasp as he slid his fingers over my hip, skimming my panty line ever so close...
‘In here, I’ll own you. You’ll be mine.’
His words should horrify me, but they don’t they make me want to feel his power, to submit to his touch.
‘I see you Maeve. I see what you want, what you need. You can have it. With me. Tell me you want it.’
It was another lie. A lie we both wanted to believe.
‘I do,’ I whispered, ‘But we both know I can’t live under your father’s rule until he dies.’
I step out of his grasp and turn toward him, reaching up and straightening his tie. ‘It’s him or me, and I know where your loyalty lays.’
With that, I turned and walked to the elevator, my heart racing.
CHAPTER TWENTY
CAMERON
Maeve had been icy since we arrived at the restaurant. She looked a million bucks from the neck down, but her face held a blank boredom that it didn’t usually. Heads turned as she’d walked by, her legs looking absolutely killer in her Louboutins, the famous red soles matching the red of the dress perfectly. And that slit, fuck, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship at that slit in her dress. The expanse of thigh that it exposed with every step was like catnip to me.
She’d said that it would come down to her or my father. He was a scumbag, an abuser, and had filled my life with nothing but pain, but he was still my father. Loyalty to the family was everything in our world. Blood ties ruled above all. Maeve wasn’t blood. Hell, it wasn’t even love.
I speared another sliver of tender duck as I watched her pick at her minuscule lobster ravioli packages. We’d already sunk one bottle of red, and she’d not long ordered another, despite her screwing up her face at every mouthful. I’d only had one glass, and the pink on her cheeks told me she was feeling its effects.
‘Maybe you should slow down Maeve,’ I mumbled, not caring for my words travelling to the other diners, many of whom were the exact people who needed to see us together.
‘Maybe you should fuck off,’ she replied nonchalantly, taking another large sip, swallowing hard to force it down.
I tensed my fingers around my fork and narrowed my eyes at her.
‘Come on, this is a nice place, the best there is in Edinburgh, try to enjoy it. Look like you are having a good time.’
‘I’m not having a good time. I’ve had to sit through idle chatter with numerous of your dad’s potential new colleagues. I wanted pizza, not this fancy food.’ Was it wrong that I loved it when she got bratty? Man, what I’d have given to bend her over the table in the middle of the restaurant and show her how not bored I could make her.
‘Just loosen up.’ I cleared my plate and set my cutlery down as she glowered at me over the rim of the wineglass.
‘You want me to loosen up, do you?’ Her tone left me with no doubt that that had been a very wrong thing to say. She indicated to our heart eyed waiter who was by her side in a moment, his cheeks flushing red as she set her dazzling smile upon him. A pang of jealousy gripped at my innards. I wanted those smiles for me. The temptation to have the kid taken care of washed through me before I replaced it with some steadying breaths. He’s just a kid. I can barely tear my eyes from her, and I’m not a teenager.
The waiter headed off and I focus my attention back onto Maeve. What was she up to? A wicked little grin lit up her mouth as she rolled back her shoulder and set a coquettish gaze on me. Goosebumps rippled my skin at the look, like she was the devil in a delightful package.
The waiter came back and set down two shots of tequila, something I guessed wasn’t a regular order in such a top tier establishment.
‘You want me to do a shot?’ I asked, having zero intention of doing tequila while out to dinner. In a club, sure, but with the soft tinkle of the piano and the low lit atmosphere, this was hardly the joint for it.
‘No Cameron.’ She tipped some salt onto the back of her hand before holding my eye as she slowly licked it from her skin. Fuck. It was all I could do to stop my boner from springing free at the sight of her looking up at me with her tongue dragging across her flesh. It should be my dick. She quickly tossed back both shots before taking the slice of lime that the waiter still held on a tiny silver platter. A tremble shook her briefly as she bit into the lime, some of the juice escaping down her chin. I wanted to crawl over the table and lick it off. But I didn’t. I sat rigid in my seat, watching her.
Maeve stood after dismissing the waiter with a soft smile. Shit, she’d better not be storming off again. She downed her half full wine glass before setting her eyes on me, looking every bit the predator. I’d never felt like the prey, but shit, she looked ready to eat me the fuck up.
‘You want a fun, radiant bride, right?’ She stalked around the table as my mouth went dry. Oh shit. What had I done? She told me how much she hated to pretend, and there I went, pushing her. I had the distinct feeling I was going to pay for that.
Before I could block her, she hitched her dress up a little and swung her leg over me, straddling me in the middle of the restaurant. Her breath hitched as her panties grazed at the crotch of my tux, my dick very much making his presence felt.
‘People are staring at Maeve,’ I said, knowing I should stop her, but my dick one hundred percent overruled my brain. She fit so perfectly there in my lap. I ran a hand up over her ass to the dip in her waist, watching as her pupils dilated.
‘You wanted them to stare. You wanted me to be your perfect little doll. Well, here I am. What will you do with me?’ It was taking everything in me not to kiss her, not to wrap my hands up in her hair and pull her mouth to mine. Not to lose myself in her. ‘What’s wrong Cam? Maybe you should loosen up a little.’
