Page 163 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
His hand slid farther up my thigh, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of my dress that had risenveryhigh. His fingers gently dipped below it.
Oh my God, what is he doing?
But his fingers froze a little farther up.
I breathed a sigh of relief. If this man was thinking about touching me in a booth surrounded by our friends, he was out of his damn mind. It wasn’t like I could scooch in my chair to hide it better. Because we were in a booth, and it was nailed to the ground.
“Sorry I’m late,” Matt said and slid into the booth next to me. “Hey, Penny.”
“Hey. Long day at the office?”
“Yeah.” He adjusted his collar.
I was pretty sure he was hiding a hickey or something. Okay…not a late day at the office then. Well, maybe. And I couldn’t exactlyfault him for mixing business with pleasure. It sure worked for Mason and Bee.
I was just about to ask Matt about Halloween when James’ thumb slid closer to where I needed him most. God, was this how he was going to torture me? Just tease me all night, inching closer but never touching me? And why the hell did I want him to touch me right now? We were in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
“I’m so glad we’re all here tonight,” Rob said. “Together. All my favorite people. I want to make a toast.” He drummed his hands against the table. “We need more than water though. Where is our waiter? I swore I just saw him over by that palm tree a second ago.”
Okay, something was definitely up with him.
“He’s probably dry humping a parrot,” Matt said under his breath.
I laughed and Matt smiled at me.
But my laughter died in my throat when James’ hand rose higher up my skirt. I looked over at my husband and hoped he could tell what I was thinking – that Matt had a clear view of my lap…and his hand under my skirt, only an inch away from touching me now.
James’ eyes dropped to my lips, sending a chill down my spine.
Oh God, he is going to touch me, isn’t he?
He lowered his eyebrows.
Yeah, he was definitely going to. That was what the wink in the elevator was about. He was going to torture me slowly beneath the table all night.
Rob waved his hand in the air to get our waiter’s attention.
The waiter hurried over. “I see that your whole party has arrived. Welcome to the Parrot Palace. I’m Randy, and I’ll be your Parrot Palace party person this evening. What can I get y’all to drink?”
Parrot Palaceparty what now?I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t laugh. His southern accent didn’t really fit the vibe of the restaurant. And for some reason that was the final straw for making this place crazy. Seriously…where were we?
“We’re going to need champagne,” Rob said. “And…” he turned toward the table like he was counting us even though there were always seven of us “…six glasses. Yeah six. And what do you want to drink, Penny?”
“Iced tea, please.”
“Champagne and iced tea,” Rob said. “And make it snappy.”
Daphne touched his shoulder.
“Make it two iced teas,” Rob said. He looked over at me. “My sister-in-law looks thirsty.”
Excuse me? What the fuck does that mean?
Matt laughed.
I looked over at James. “Did your brother just call me a thirsty bitch?” I whispered.
Mason started laughing now too. “He definitely did.”
