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He smirks while strolling closer into my space. “Enjoying dinner. Word is, this place is the best for wining and dining. According to Yelp, the chance of getting laid after you leave makes it five-star worthy. What areyoudoing here?”
My hands go to my hips in frustration. “Are you following me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, babe. I’m on a date.”
This must mean war. He brought a date here, knowing I’d see them.
I stay quiet while taking in calming breaths. His goal was to bring out the jealousy in me. That won’t be happening. I’ll easily drown out that jealousy with more martinis.
“Funny, you never mentioned coming here when Jay and I talked about it yesterday.”
“Jay? You mean, the man you’re ‘fucking’?” He uses his fingers to form air quotes around the last word. “I noticed him when I walked in. Your man seemed preoccupied with someone else. Unless you’re into some harem shit with mid-husbands, I say you’re lying. Is that a new trait of yours now, too? You a filthy liar?”
“Uh-uh. I’m not doing this with you tonight.” I’ve only had one drink. A conversation like this calls for more. “Enjoy your date.”
I go to walk around him but am stopped when he snags my elbow and pushes my back against the wall, out of the light.
His cool, minty breath hits my lips when he presses into me. “What? You don’t like getting called out on your lies? Why’d you want me to think you were sleeping with another man?” His fingers run down my sides, and he stops at the base of my hips, grinning.
I look down, shivering, and let out a light moan.
He squeezes my hips and rocks into me. “Now, answer my question honestly. You fucking anyone? Giving someone else your sweet pussy now since you no longer want my dick?”
I close my eyes, fighting myself not to move into his touch, not to thrust against his body to feel if he’s as turned on as I am. The rise and fall of his chest hits mine. His hand inches up, moving along the bottom curve of my breast, and I’m using all my power not to rock against him.
“That’s …” I pause to catch my breath, my voice cracking. “That’s none of your business.”
He torturously teases me, his finger feathering over my nipple, causing it to stand at full attention. “It’s a simple question,Dyson.Are you fucking someone, or did you say it to make me jealous?”
Dyson.
His old nickname for me.
An inside joke he started my sophomore year as a result of me giving him a massive neck hickey. He blamed it on the vacuum when his mom questioned him.
Hearing him call me that stills my breath as a rush of memories hits me.
I don’t push him away even though I should. Instead, I’m aching for his touch while silently begging for more of him as my lips lightly brush against his.
“Would you be jealous?” I ask.
He smirks. “No fucking way, baby.”
An embarrassing moan of desperation runs through me when his hand moves, and he pulls away.
His smirk curves into a menacing smile. “You have your fun. I’ll have mine.”
I straighten out my dress and work to control my breathing. “Don’t you worry,baby.I have plenty of fun. Just ask Derrick.”
The hell? Why am I lying again?
This is not a common trait of mine, and I have no idea where it’s coming from.
“Wow.” He takes another step back, bringing him more into the light, and is now looking at me in disgust, his hands in the air, as if he’s pushing me away from a distance.
All I see next is his back as he walks away, shaking his head. It takes me a minute to compose myself, and when I walk back to our table, I scan the room for him. Nothing.
Did he leave?
