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Five minutes later, it’s all booked. “Okay, booked for the same day, which is lucky because that’s all that was available until Spring. He said he would throw in a free drink for us all, too.”
Nora’s head snaps up from where she’s been scribbling notes in her planner. “Okay, great. So that’s sorted. Shall we pick somewhere to have dinner too? We’ll be at the salon until 5-6 at the latest.”
“How about the new place over on Southbank? Pretty sure they do pizza and have a decent party section. It’s not too far from the club either.”
“Oh, you mean Fiori’s? Yeah, that would be great. I’ll book it. I’m sure you can book online, too.”
I watch her as she makes a few more notes and gets out her phone to Google the restaurant, all the while she’s muttering to herself.
“Don’t look at me like that, Mr King.” She says without even looking up.
An involuntarily rumble erupts from me, heat bubbling inside me as my eyes all but roll in my head. “Call me Mr King again…”
“No.”
“C’mon, please?” I whine.
“Absolutely not.” My eyes are dutifully drawn to her lips. She wants to smile. I can tell by the way her mouth twists, her plump bottom lip pouting just a little more than normal.
“You’re no fun. Also, how do you know how I’m looking at you? You aren’t even watching me.”
A slow, reluctant smile builds on her perfect mouth. “Because I canfeelyou looking at me and I can practically hear your thoughts.”
“Oh yeah? What am I thinking?” My voice is filled with lust as I let my tongue leisurely lap along the seam of my lips to make sure she sees it.
She lets her own tongue peek out, as though it’s searching for mine as she wets her bottom lip, and it triggers a memory of her doing exactly that on her knees. My blood turns to fire as it pumps faster around my body, heating up with arousal. This is dangerous territory. Her eyes lift from my mouth to meet my stare, and something must flash over my face because she smirks at me.
“Tell me honestly, were you thinking about me just now?” she asks, her bravado wavering briefly.
“You can’t answer a question with a question, shorty. It’s not fair.”
“Okay, then let me answer you. That night we spent together, you gave me that look you just had plastered on your face, so I’m willing to guess that you were thinking about me or that night just now.” I’m surprised she’s brought that night up. We’ve been avoiding it for so long and each other that it feels like a dream. But her acknowledging it, does something to me; it makes me more desperate for a repeat.
“Can you blame me if I was?” I ask, whilst wondering if she thinks about that night as much as I do.
She lilts her mouth into a playful smirk. “I mean that night was alright…” She trails off, suddenly distracting herself by putting pieces of paper back into her planner.
Again, with the mediocre. She’s giving me a complex and I hate it. Just as I’m about to argue my case for my performance that night or remind her just how good it was. A piece of paper flutters out of her planner directly in front of me. I pick it up and read the title ‘Nora’s New Years List’. My intrigue trumps my need to argue about how amazing my dick is.
“What’s this?” I ask before I read on. The way her eyes bug out has me tightening my grip on the paper.
“Oh, my God. Give that back,” she squeals, leaping around the kitchen counter, her hands grab frantically for the paper.Well, this is interesting.
I move swiftly, holding the paper high out of her reach, enjoying the perks of being tall. “Tell me what it is first.”
Her grabby hands are completely useless around me. There’s no way she’ll reach the paper, but it’s fun to watch her tiny five-foot-four selftryto reach it. Her palm lays flat on my chest as she attempts to propel herself towards my hand. Even if I wasn’t six-foot four, she wouldn’t ever reach it with my hand in the air.
“It’s nothing, just something for work.” She huffs from exerting herself.
I raise an eyebrow, waiting to see if she’s going to tell me the truth because I can sense there is more to it. Lowering my hand, I open the paper and see a list. Reading through it quickly, my smile grows. “This isn’t for work, this is for you.” My eyes flick back to hers.
She buries her head into her hands. “Oh, my God. No, no, no. This isn’t happening,” she curses to herself.
“Nora?”
“I don’t expect you to understand,” she says flatly.
I approach her, wanting to give her a hug, wanting to figure out more about her, maybe why she’s so hot and cold with me but instead I use the side of my index finger to lift her face to mine feeling our connection again. “So, help me.”
