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The gleam in his eyes is sinful. “Probably what makes it taste so good.”
Emery clears her throat with a playful smile, reminding me we aren’t alone. “You have such a lovely new car, Savannah! What will you do with the one you bought?”
My eyes flicker to Xavier, who looks at his wife. “Probably sell it.”
The heavy stare can be felt from my right, where Xavier sits at the head of the table.
Emery tops her glass of wine before Xavier snatches the bottle. Her smile turns to ice.
“You’ve had enough.” The sharp ring to his words leaves a sheet of tension at the table. The couple stare at each other until Emery looks away.
“How is business?” she asks.
Xavier’s demeanour relaxes. “Doing well. Ray discovered a new talent – charming the women to sign with us.”
His words grate on my nerves, but Huxley laughs. “Not a new discovery, my friend.” His hand rests on my bare thigh, forcing me to clench them shut.
“Hux is Xavier’s company whore,” I throw in.
Emery laughs but shakes her head at our playfulness. “I’m sure he is a good man.”
His hand creeps up my thigh before slipping under the hem of my dress. His index finger runs along the edge of my underwear. With the straightest face, he nods at Emery. “I’m an honourable man. I would never treat a woman with such blatant disrespect.” As he says that, his finger pushes past the final barrier and slips into my folds.
I yelp in response, earning me some questioning looks. I pull my lips together and close my eyes. When I open them, all eyes are still on me. “Sorry. I felt a shiver.”
Under the table, Huxley strokes my clit no matter how hard I try to cut off access. He looks unbothered by the ordeal, fully participating in the ongoing conversation. Me, on the other hand? My insides are turning to liquid, and the moan I’m holding back is about to rupture.
Just before I can give in, Huxley removes his finger. I stare at him in disbelief, and he stares back with a straight face. He sticks his finger in the mashed potato before licking it clean. His lips curl into a devilish grin that makes my heart burst. With bright eyes and teeth on display, he looks like the picture of gorgeous.
“Delicious,” he compliments, and I find myself smiling and unable to look away. He looks at our company for the night. “Pardon my terrible table manners.”
Emery carries the conversation, but I find it hard to focus when Xavier’s glare burns through me to my soul. I use all my willpower to make sense of the words coming out of Emery’s mouth, but my brain has melted from the intensity of his stare.
Giving in to my urges, I quickly glance at him. I expect sadness, but jealousy and rage overshadow all else. His jaw twitches the longer he stares at me, and ithurts. It aches me that Huxley doesn’t have the same depth of feelings for me as Xavier. It pains me that Xavier is married, and Huxley won’t commit to more. It breaks my heart that neither man can give me what I want.
A tight grip braces my thigh, and I subtly push Xavier’s hold off me. But it’s back within seconds. Without attracting any attention, I shove it off again. From the corner of my eye, I see Xavier’s jaw twitch.
His chest heaves, and he grabs my hand under the table. I snatch them from his hold, which brings his fingers back to my thighs.
He can’t do this. He can’t put his hands on me after ignoring me for three weeks - no matter what excuse he gave.
His fingers trail my clenched thighs.
“Hux!” I snap, shooting daggers at Xavier.
“What?” Huxley says, startled.
Only then do I realise why three different sets of emotions look at me. Huxley’s confusion, Emery’s amusement and Xavier’s pure rage.
My eyes flicker away from Xavier, unable to face his wrath. “Never mind. I thought I forgot to do something at the office...”
Needing to change the subject, I point at Huxley. “What was he like at university?” I ask Xavier.
He clears his throat. “Studious. No time for messing around. I knew he was the right person to be my COO. He’s the only person I trusted enough to not disappoint me.”
The two men share a look of mutual respect. Guilt eats at me, knowing I’m lying to both of them.
“He was hardly much more fun,” Huxley remarks.
