Page 365 of Eternal
Damir’s eyes stay locked on mine. “Yes.”
The server disappears and I raise a brow. “Ordering for me now?”
He leans forward. “You’ll like it.”
“We’ll see,” I say, watching his mouth instead of his eyes.
The wine arrives, two crystal glasses, blood-dark.
He slides mine toward me. “Think he’s gonna do a speech to launch the real party?”
I nod and look around, so many people and it didn't even start yet. “He will. I’m pretty sure.”
I didn’t pick Jenkin Laurens because he’s powerful. I picked him because he’s sloppy.
Out of the six names I got from the list, this was the easiest. He lives here, in the tower above this club. His office is here too, somewhere past the private floors and velvet-curtained hallways.
If that invitation landed in his hands, then I’m pretty sure it’s here.
And getting into the club was almost child’s play.
The wine stings warm down my throat as I watch the entrance, but still no sign of him.
“He’s not that smart,” I murmur, swirling the glass. “Doesn’t even know he’s being hunted.”
“Let him take his time,” Damir says. “He’s the main event.”
“I really want to be over with this...”
Damir smiles but then he stops and looks at me.
“You’re not focused,” I said softly.
His mouth curved a little. “I’m focused,” he murmured. “Just… very,verydistracted.”
“Means you’re not focused.”
His gaze slid to the hem of my dress, lingered like he could see through the fabric. Or had already memorized what was under it.
So I leaned back in the chair, crossed one leg over the other, slowly, slid my fingers beneath the hem, and hooked the lace.
I watched his breath shift, the way his eyes tracked my fingers, every small movement.
Like he wanted to stop me but wouldn’t. And I played, almost giggled seeing how tense he was.
I dragged my underwear down, inch by aching inch. Thigh. Knee. Ankle. I picked them up between two fingers. Lifted them up and dropped them into his lap like a gift I didn’t need back.
“Remember, when we’re done…” I smiled. “I’m not wearing any panties now. Might help you stay focused. Get this over with faster.”
His eyes never left mine. But his throat pulsed once, and then came the lazy smile. “Want me to ruin this suit, partner?” he asked. “Smelling how wet you are isn’t exactly helping my focus.”
I tilted my head, let my gaze flick down to his lap. “No distractions on a mission. Remember?”
He smiled. Legs spreading wide, like he was making room for something. Forme.
One hand went to his belt. Unfastened it, not rushed, with his eyes still on me.
Then he leaned forward slowly and reached across the table, caught my wrist in midair and caressed my hand with his thumb like he always does. He then lifted it to his mouth like it belonged there. Slipped two fingers in. His tongue dragged over them, wet and hot. Like he was tasting something only he was allowed to. And his eyes never left mine.
