Page 40 of The Plan

When I come back down, I stay close to his face, and we hold eye contact for a bit, waiting for the other to make a move. He pulls away first and grabs my hand, pulling me into the kitchen, where it’s a lot quieter.

I get a rush of déjà vu from being in here with him again. “Remember the last time we were in here?”

He slowly nods his head. “Body shots.”

I give him a smile, and he does not return it. “Want to recreate the scene?” I know I’m our driver tonight, but I will gladly put us all in a forty-dollar cab to take one body shot with him.

He shakes his head like a loser, and I give him a teasing shrug. “Boringgg.” When I look over at him, he’s staring at me. More so my revealing outfit.

I give him a smirk while saying, “It isn’t polite to stare, Gryffindor.”

He gives my body a slow sweep, and I feel my entire soul catch fire. “Careful, Vidia, if you wore just a bit more clothing, you’d actually be covering something.”

I smile at his comment, then hop on top of the island counter. Just as I do, he takes a step forward and puts his arms on the side of the counter, caging me in while he leans in. Very closely.

“Do yourself a favor and stop shaking your ass on everyone's dick.”

I break into a laugh, not only at his words but at how mad he sounds. Jealous even. That's not very friendly. I look between his eyes, and I sense he doesn’t have the patience for me tonight, so I decide to test how long his patience takes to run thin.

“I didn’t know Jayden was everyone.” He gives me a bored look, and my smile grows. “Is it because he’s a basketball player? I’ll find a baseball player's dick to shake my ass on.”

I try to hop off the counter, but he somehow leans even closer. “You’re looking at one.”

I bite back a smile. “That wouldn’t befriendly.”

His jaw clenches, and it takes everything in me not to laugh at him. “Don’t make me ruin this party with a fight, Vidia.”

I look between his eyes and then lean back a bit. “Violence is never the answer, Sire,” I tease, but he doesn’t even crack a smile. Tough crowd.

“It is when you’re letting guys touch you like that.”

“So girls are fair game?” I bite back a smile when he lets out an annoyed breath.

“OnlyI’mfair game.”

I want to remind him, once again, that isn’t friendly, but with the way he watches me, I can only seem to nod slowly and wait for his next move. His eyes cut down to my skirt, and he turns his head to the side to get a better look.

My skirt is laced on both sides, and I’m sure he’s trying to figure out if I’m wearing underwear or not. I am; they have clear straps, but with the way he’s looking at me, I know he doesn’t know that.

“You’re not looking at me very friendly right now, Sire.” His eyes dart up to mine, and when he clenches his jaw, I bite back a smile.

“Neither are you, my love.” A warm feeling bubbles in the pit of my stomach at his nickname for me.Hislove. He called me that last night, too, and I’m still trying to get used to it.

I feel a smirk grow on my face as I look between his eyes but go completely still as he leans all the way in until our lips are inches apart. What is he doing? We’re so close it wouldn’t take much effort for me to close the distance; all I have to do is move my head forward atinybit.

“My eyes are up here, Vidia.”But your lips are down here, Sire.He grabs my chin and tilts my head up to meet his eyes but leans back just a bit so our lips don’t meet. Jerk.

“What are you thinking about, Vidia?” My eyes flick back to his lips.I'm thinking about you, how your lips will feel on mine, and how your hands will feel in a lot of other places.

He smirks as if he just read my mind, then tugs my chin up to look at him. “Hm?”

“You.” My voice comes out just above a whisper, and I don’t even know if he heard me, but his next question tells me he heard me just fine.

“What about me are you thinking about?” What's up with him and all the questions? I lean forward to close the distance, and he grabs my chin a bit firmer, stopping me. “I asked you a question, Vidia.” This is starting to frustrate me, so I tell him what I want.

“Your hands on me.”

He moves his other arm from where it is on the counter at my side and places it on my knee, and I am so glad I'm wearing this skirt because his touch feels so warm on me right now. “Right here?”

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