Page 76 of Freaks Of Nature
“He wasn’t hungry,” I tell her. “He had a late lunch.”
Not a lie. But I also saw his text about the job for Mr. DeMarco.
I put my elbow up, leaning toward her across the table. “And I wanted to say sorry again in person about not making it yesterday. I feel really bad for canceling on you last minute.”
Emily shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. I told you I don’t expect a nightly escort. Not by you or Mason.” She nods at the menu in front of me. “So, whatcha in the mood for?”
“You!” I meet her eyes, holding her stare. “And eating you out on this table right here.”
Fuck! My dick gets hard saying the words out loud. I’ve been thinking about her wet pussy all day.
A blush shoots into her cheeks, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows back her shock at the shamelessly audacious statement. I bet she felt her little cunt twitch at the remark too.
Embarrassed, she covers her face with a hand and shakes her head.
“Fine.” I slide the menu across the table and lean back against the window. “I’ll settle for the house burger, medium-rare, side of fries, and iced tea…for now,” I add presumptuously.
That last part draws a smile from her before she snatches the menu up and leaves to put in my order.
She returns a minute later with my drink, her cheeks still flaring. But as much as I enjoy the pink color on her, I don’t want her to ever feel embarrassed about sex. I love her confidence. I want her to own that passionate side of her and the pleasure she gains from it.
I take out my phone to pass the time. As I scroll through the images of scarcely dressed girls the social media algorithm keeps feeding me, I wish I had photos of Emily in provocative poses.
Like when I watched her masturbate on my bike.
The memory of her sprawled out with her legs hiked around me lives rent-free in my mind, but having a live video would come in handy whenever she’s not around and I need to take care of things myself.
When she brings my food, I stall her again. “I wanna make it up to you,” I prompt, catching hold of her wrist before she can pull it away. “How about I stick around until your break? You can sit with me. Keep me company. I’ll buy you dinner.”
Her button nose scrunched with a laugh. “My meals are free, Ash.”
“Then I’ll add it to your tip.” Anything to get her to sit with me. I need to convince her to come over tonight.
Emily puts up her hand. “Oh my God, stop. I willnotaccept your money in exchange for my time. I feel bad enough for even considering your guys’ offer to stay at your house. Mason shouldn’t have given me the key.”
“What!” I sit up a little straighter. “When?”
“Last night. When he came over,” she clarifies. “He didn’t tell you?”
He told me he watched her walk home. He didn’t say he went inside her place.Motherfucker!
“Of course not.” Her head gives a shake, reading my surprised expression. “Here!” Then she digs into her front pocket like she’s going to hand me the key back.
“No!” My palms shoot up. “Keep it. Idowant you to come over,” I affirm her. “Tonight!”I stab the table with my forefinger. “Or I’ll be back here tomorrow for the keyandthe pants you keep it in.”
I’ll rip them right off her body.
“Alright,” she agrees with a soft laugh. “But no waiting for me. I won’t have my dinner break for another hour, and I can’t stand the idea of you hanging around, watching me while I work.”
Oh if she only knew…
“Do you want a second order of that to go?” She motions at my plate, her stance pivoting to leave.
I hesitate for a moment. I don’t know when Mason will be back.
“Just the burger. No fries,” I decide.
It will be cold, but it’s better than nothing, and if I wasn’t constantly reminding him, he’d probably forget to eat.
