Page 17 of Not Yet Yours

I snort out a laugh.

“Well thanks for that,” I say.

“Any time,” Liam says, and he grins at me, I shake my head, but I can’t help but return his smile.

We reach the room, Liam gives me the key card, and I unlock the door and we go inside. It’s a lovely big room with a big king-sized bed in the center with lovely crisp white sheets and pillowcases. There is a large wardrobe and a chest of drawers plus a bedside cabinet on either side of the bed. There are two comfy-looking armchairs on either side of a small table that holds a coffee pot with some tea and coffee sachets and two cups. There’s a dressing table with a stool and a mirror and a flat-screen TV on the wall. There’s a door which I figure leads to our bathroom. It has everything we could want. Except for a couch.

Liam is looking around the room and he seems to realize that there is no couch at the same time I do.

“Oh well, I guess the floor won’t be so bad for two nights,” he says. “At least it’s a carpet and not tiles right?”

I make a non-committal sound of agreement because, in the back of my mind, I already know that Liam will be sharing the bed with me tonight, but I am not quite ready to say it out loud just yet. That will make it all too real.

Chapter Nine

Harriet

Ifinish the last bite of my lasagna and put my cutlery down. I sit back in the chair and rub my belly.

“I’m so stuffed. I don’t think I could eat another bite,” I say.

“What about dessert?” Liam says.

I almost reply withI am dessert, but I stop myself just at the last second, aware that we are not alone, and instead, I just shake my head.

“I’d like to have dessert but unfortunately my belly says no,” I reply.

“Lightweight,” Liam says, and we all laugh.

When the waitress comes to collect the plates and take our dessert orders, I order a cocktail, and Liam, Max, and Cullen all order the white chocolate and honeycomb cheesecake.

We don’t have long to wait before the three plates and my drink arrive. My drink is a blood orange martini, and it arrives a brilliant orange color with a slice of orange decorating the glass. I take a sip and it tastes as good as it looks. The others are digging into their cheesecake and Max and Cullen are whispering to each other and giggling about something. Liamnudges me gently with his elbow and I look at him. He has a bite-sized bit of cheesecake on his fork, and he grins at me.

“Are you regretting it yet? Not ordering a piece of cheesecake I mean,” he says.

“Yes, a little bit,” I admit.

“Here, share mine,” he says.

“Oh no,” I say. “It’s my own fault for not ordering a piece.”

“Shush woman and do as you’re told,” he says.

He says it jokingly and I know he means nothing by it, but the commanding phrase does something to me that makes me fidget in my chair to take the pressure off my suddenly wide-awake clit. I can feel myself getting damp down there, and when Liam moves the piece of cheesecake closer to me, I don’t object. I can’t object because I don’t think I will be able to speak.

I take the piece of cheesecake off the fork and chew and swallow it and by then, I have calmed down a bit and I trust my voice to work now.

“That’s amazing,” I say in an almost moan.

I see Liam blink and his eyes become lustful and I think that maybe my words have affected him the same way he did me. I bite the inside of my mouth to keep from smiling at the idea.

Liam feeds me another piece of cheesecake and I let him, and then I pick my glass up and take a sip of my drink before holding the straw out in Liam’s direction. Liam raises an eyebrow and I nod.

“It’s only fair. You shared your dessert with me, so I am sharing my cocktail with you,” I say.

Liam laughs and takes a drink. He swallows and nods.

“That’s surprisingly good,” he says. “And generally speaking, I don’t trust brightly colored drinks.”

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