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I didn’t mind them.
What I did mind was…
“Simp,” Summer muttered underneath her breath, making a face at me when I had to sit beside her.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked her in a not so soft tone.
“Oh, you must be a millennial.” The woman sitting beside her giggled and said, “Simp is a slang for men who are… um… obsessed with a certain woman or women.”
I scoffed and looked at Summer from head to toe, grabbing the nearest champagne flute and said in the blandest tone I could muster, “You’re not my type.”
She batted her long lashes at me as I took a huge sip of the bubbly alcohol. “That’s a lie, and we both know it, Damon.”
My hand clenched underneath the table, hearing her say my name. “How?”
Summer leaned closer, her musky vanilla perfume making me want to pull away because it was so damn exotic and addictive. Why the fuck did they have to put the chairs so close to each other? My knee kept bumping against her leg and it was infuriating. “If I wasn’t your type, you wouldn’t kiss me like you wanted to devour me in public,” she whispered, her sultry voice making me want to snap.
“That kiss was a stupid mistake.” I took a deep breath, and looking straight at her, I said, “And I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-feet rod even if I wanted to. You’re nothing but trouble. This evening proves it.”
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and it surprised me. “It’s not what it looked like.” She shook her head and looked away from me. “You wouldn’t believe me, anyway.”
What’s not to believe? Pictures of hickeys on her neck were already out.
She ignored me for the rest of the dinner, talking and laughing with the other people at the table. It was oddly alarming to see her charming everyone around her, even though they were probably strangers.
I would have been the happiest person in the room because she didn’t talk to me. Except an actress in her forties kept giving me sly looks, lowering the neck of her dress to show off her ample cleavage, and flirting with me.
I had enough when she licked the cream from the dessert spoon very suggestively. I was about to stand up and go to the washroom when Summer laughed loudly. Her hand, that was holding an almost full flute, bumped against my thigh when I stood, and another moment I felt the cold alcohol drench my pants.
All laughter stopped and Summer turned to look at me, her chocolate eyes widening as she looked at my crotch and tried to stifle a laugh.
This little shit is begging to be spanked.
11
SISTER’S BEST FRIEND
DAMON
I sat down, feeling the cold seep from my slacks to my skin. Thank fuck she spilled it on my thighs instead of crotch.
“I’m so sorry,” Summer said, her voice high-pitched as she took a clean napkin and went on her knees to dab it over my thigh. “I wasn’t looking and it just… happened.”
She looked up at me, her big, doe-brown eyes making me clench my teeth. She didn’t know how fucking sinful she looked on her knees with that dress on. Patting dry my soaked slacks as if she truly wanted to help me, she kept blubbering about how it was an honest mistake, her hands going everywhere over my thigh.
Thankfully, everyone had moved on from the minor incident. I leaned down and held her warm hand on my thigh. “Don’t.” I bit out the word as if I was cursing, pulling away her hand, standing up.
I went to the washroom and glared at the bulge. Are you fucking serious? I cursed, running a hand through my hair and splashing some cold water on my face to cool down.
I despised her and yet my body reacted like a fucking teenager whenever she was around.
Why the fuck did she have to kneel on the fucking ground and pat me dry? I hope she didn’t do that to everyone she spilled something on.
“Fucking hell, Summer,” I swore underneath my breath and calmed myself enough to step out of the washroom. There was no saving the cream slacks I was wearing, so I had to leave early after signing some checks.
I saw the little abomination walking into a hall, and I followed her to talk to her. About what? I had to scold her. Maybe get a rise out of her pretty body instead of her infamous grin.
She walked into a room, leaving the door open, and I looked around the empty hall before following her. “Summer.”
