Page 32 of Wish You Knew
The waitress nodded and walked off, leaving us alone.
Having been there several times before, I knew the menu pretty much by heart and always ordered the same chicken, leek and bacon pie. Whether the menu was Rosie’s cup of tea, I had no idea. As a model, I guessed she had to watch what she ate, maybe a carb heavy selection of food wasn’t the best suggestion. Still, there wasn’t anywhere else in the vicinity where we could eat out easily.
“There are so many things I could have…” sighed Rosie. “Too much to choose from.”
“You’ll have to be quick.” I gestured to the waitress walking over with our drinks.
“Argh.” Rosie shook her head, her fingers circling the laminated menu before finally settling on something. “Okay. I hope I don’t regret it.”
“Here you go.” The waitress put the bottle of wine, two glasses and my beer on the table. She stepped back, pen poised over the pad, looking expectantly at Rosie.
“Could I have the chicken, leek and bacon pie, please?” she said.
A grin spread across my face. We were clearly compatible.
Sitting at a table opposite a woman who had such an affect on me was a strange sensation.
In all the time we’d known each other, we’d rarely done something as mundane as go out for a meal. Most times it had been stolen moments backstage or in a club, followed by smouldering hot sex; fast, slow, dirty… breathtakingly dirty. Hotel rooms had been our go to place, nameless, faceless, inconsequential.
Now, I was facing those consequences by inviting her to a place which was so close to my heart, personal to my family, my haven.
Surely she had to realise what that meant?
“Mmm, this is delicious.” Rosie licked her lips in appreciation. “Can I try some of the mash?”
She’d ordered her meal without carbs, but the way she hungrily eyed my potato amused me.
“Sure you’re ready for such decadence?” I teased, forking up a small amount for her. I lifted it to her lips, watching it disappear into her mouth. Small moans of enjoyment emanated from her. How I’d love to hear those same murmurings coming from her when I buried my head between her legs.
“Heavenly!” she breathed and closed her eyes.
My dick twitched as she threw her head back in mock passion. I wanted to replicate that expression for her when we got back to the house later. My appetite for food all but disappeared and I put the knife and fork together on my plate. “You want to get out of here?”
She finished her mouthful before speaking. “Now? Aren’t we going to get dessert?”
The thought of licking ice cream off her perfectly toned stomach reignited my cravings, I got harder as a result. “There’s dessert back at the house. And I won’t have to restrain myself from doing bad things to you in a public place.” I reached across the table and gently stroked the back of her hand. “That’s if you want to, of course.”
Rosie moved her thumb over my knuckles. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”
Her touch inflamed my entire body, adrenalin fizzled around my bloodstream.
“Then let’s go.”
16
Rosie
Holding hands with Scott Lincoln was a first.
After we decided to leave the pub, we practically ran back to the house, him gripping my hand tight.
We crashed through the front door, and Scott pulled me into the living room.
I discarded my jacket, then kicked off my boots, while Scott did the same, his eyes never leaving mine. He closed the distance between us, strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush to his body. His fingers tugged at the hem of my dress, lifting it upwards and over my head. Cool air hit the backs of my thighs. I stood in front of him in only a peony pink bra and knicker set. Instinctively, I parted my legs; I wanted him to touch me.
“Patience,” he whispered into my neck, his lips brushing a line along my collarbone and up to my ear.
My skin prickled, goose bumps forming where his lips had been.
