Page 2 of Pretty Obsessed

"Maybe a little."

"I thought so." He tapped the bar, fighting a smile.

"What?" I scrubbed a hand over my face. "He'll be gone tomorrow and I'll be able to focus again."

"Do you know who he is?" Amusement glinted in his eyes.

"Is he a regular or something?" I was here pretty frequently and had never seen him before.

My gaze drifted back to him. He wasn't looking at me. Instead, he had his head back, eyes half-closed, utterly relaxed. Something I could never be with my dick out in public.

"You could say that." Octavius laughed, bringing his hand up to his mouth.

"I've never seen him before."

"You've only been coming for a couple of months. He rolls in on occasion.” He shook his head, way too amused, but walked off before I could ask more.

I shouldn't give it too much thought. Octavius liked to fuck with me because I enjoyed working here. I had a hard time staring at the four walls in my apartment and trying to get anything done. I needed to be around people or at my cabin. The bonus being people at a sex club left you alone when they saw you furiously typing on a laptop, people in a coffee shop or bookstore weren't so polite.

It suited me to write here mixed in with others who kept hours contrary to the rest of society. It was two a.m. and I'd already written two scenes.

I tried to focus on my manuscript again, but it didn't sit right. I probably wasn't going to get more out of my brain, not with Mister Green Eyes on my mind.

I should try to push ahead, being as late on my deadline as I was. I wasn't quite George R.R. Martin late, but I also didn't have the clout he had. My brain felt like mush, so I picked up my drink and attempted not to make it too obvious that I intended to watch Mister Green Eyes come.

This was a sex club after all. I shouldn't feel guilty about it at all as he wanted to be watched, sitting out in the open like that.

Or so I was going to tell myself.

But it was obvious, and he noticed, eyes snapping open the second my eyes lingered on him. I glanced back at my laptop when he caught my gaze. I waited a full sixty seconds before looking again.

He stared, and a smile curled over his lips.

Fuck.

I laughed at myself and gave him a two-finger salute. What else could I do?

He tilted his head and curled a finger at me, asking me to come over. Before I knew what I was doing, I closed my laptop and stalked the ten yards to where he sat. I shifted on my feet, not sure what the etiquette was for introducing myself to someone getting head.

"Hey," Mister Green Eyes said. He had an accent—barely there, like he hid it and the alcohol loosened his tongue, or maybe the stimulation caused him to slip. I wasn't sure where from.

"Hi,” I replied, hitching my messenger bag higher on my shoulder.

"What are you working on?" He gestured at the bag. “You were typing feverishly. Took you forever to notice I was staring.” His voice purred soft and sultry. Sex in human form.

“Writing.”

“I figured. Like a book…or?” he prompted.

“A novel.” I gave in to the conversation, taking a seat in the armchair next to him, setting my bag on the floor by my feet.

“And you work here?” he asked.

“Well, not officially. I’m not like typing on some sort of break if that’s what you mean.”

“Then why write here?” he probed, and had I not had the evidence in my peripheral, I wouldn’t have known there was another human attached to his dick, sucking like her life depended on it. His attention focused on me.

“Only place I’m finding focus at the moment.”

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