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“Caden,” she lets out in a half-whispered moan. She might not have been ready a second ago, but I already feel her wetness coating my finger.
“Shh,” I smile into her ear. “Here are the options I’m offering you. Option number one, be a good girl, pick your food, and give me a chance to be nice to you. Option number two, be a little brat, let the whole room watch you come on my fingers, and once you’ve orgasmed and you’re more compliant, you’ll pick your food and have a nice evening.” I start moving my finger in and out of her, her wetness now practically dripping onto the chair.
“So what will it be, little bee? Good girl, or brat?”
She bites her bottom lip and I insert another finger inside her. “I can’t hear you.”
I feel her tightening around me and her breath hitching. I see her losing her resolve as she slumps against her seat.
“G-good girl.”
“Mm, that’s what I thought.” Sticking to my word, I pull out of her. She closes her eyes in a mix of relief and disappointment. My dirty girl wants to come, just not in front of the entire restaurant.
I sit back down and stare deep into her eyes as I bring my fingers to my mouth and wrap my lips around them. Slowly, I pull them out before looking at my menu. “Fuck,” I huff. “Nothing on this menu is going to compare to the taste of you.”
Glancing back up, I relish in her pink cheeks and red ears.
“You’re beautiful when you’re embarrassed,” I say softly. I grab her hand on the table, and she doesn’t pull away.
Leo comes back to take our orders and she only asks for one of the many items I saw her adding up on her phone when she counted calories. I order a carbonara and give her another chance to ask Leo something. Only she doesn’t say anything, shyly shaking her head.
And I know what that shake means. She’s scared we won’t be able to afford it. Remembering exactly what she wanted to pick initially, I order them for her—a small plate of tomato pasta, two different salads, and a side of steamed vegetables.
“And add some grilled chicken,” I finally say. “She needs the protein. No soda, no alcohol. Thanks.”
Billie’s wide, innocent-looking eyes are still on me long after Leo has left, and I’ve stopped talking. “Y-you didn’t have to order all of that for me,” she says quietly, shifting awkwardly on her chair.
“Little bee,” I say, peering into her eyes. “When you’re with me, you can have whatever you want. I will give you everything you wish for. Anytime. Alright?”
I watch her throat work before she nods weakly. Her cheeks are still tinted, and her brown eyes keep moving between mine. She is stunning tonight. It’s not just the dress; it’s the fact that I know it’s for me. I notice she’s put on some mascara and a light pink lipstick. It’s so light, it doesn’t hide the dark freckles on her cupid’s brow that contrast with her pale skin.
My eyes drag along her lean throat to the curve leading to her shoulder and down. Her small boobs are pushed up, and I just want to put my dick between them and choke it until I’m coming all over her chest.
I grab a strand of hair that’s falling onto her chest and move it behind her shoulder. Her long hair is enchanting when it’s not in her usual ponytail. She’ll scream tonight when I grab it and force her head into the mattress while she comes all over my dick.
“How was work today?” I ask, reluctantly letting go of her hair. I grab my beer to busy my hands. Otherwise, I’ll grab her and it won’t be gentle.
“Shit, like every day. It’s a problem when you work in a diner that serves crappy food. People tend to blame the waitress rather than the cook.”
“Why did you start working there?”
“Gotta earn money somehow,” she shrugs before taking a sip of water.
“How does it even fit with your classes?”
Her eyes stay on her glass, and she starts playing with the rim. “I dropped out.”
I let a beat pass so I don’t fire my answer at her and make her retreat. “You shouldn’t have. College will help you get a better job than your current one. Not that there’s anything wrong with waitressing, but I know how badly you want to leave. College can help with that.”
“Alright,Dad,” she snorts sarcastically before turning to me again. “I’m never getting out of here, Caden. There’s no point discussing this.”
Her defeat against that Silver Fall girl was two weeks ago, and she is still completely dejected.
“How’s training?”
“I don’t train anymore.” Her answer is clipped, and she looks relieved when Leo reappears with our food.
As soon as he leaves, she stuffs her mouth with the spaghetti on her plate, not wanting to talk to me.
