Page 6 of The Midnight Club
“Sounds like I’m not the one with the crush” Ori chuckled at her friend’s horror-stricken face.
“That is not what I meant, Orianthi, and you know it. But I’m not blind, I can see that the man is delicious. He’s just too sure of himself”
Ori tapped Lucia’s wineglass with her own. “That’s what I think”
But later, in bed, she allowed herself to fantasize about what it would be like to be fucked by such a man. She imagined his lips against hers, her hand sliding down to his groin, feeling the hot length of his cock through the fabric of his pants, his fingers pulling at her panties, his cock gliding into her. Ori couldn’t help rubbing her clit, imagining it was his tongue lashing around it, and she dreamed herself to orgasm, burying her face in her pillow to muffle her cries.
Just like every time she came though, afterward the tears would come, the release of tension too much for her, and she sobbed quietly until she fell into an uneasy sleep.
“You’re still here”
Alex was surprised. Benoit and Lisander had already flown home to Paris and Buenos Aires respectively, but Alex had stayed to hang out with Maceo. Now he saw that Seth was at the table too. The tall Canadian smiled at him.
“I was persuaded to stay another night,” he said, nodding at a grinning Maceo.
“Just one more quiet meal with friends,” Maceo explained. “But sadly, Ben and Sander had to work. The never-ending toil,” he said dramatically, and the other two laughed. Maceo was undoubtedly the joker of their group, but Alex knew that sometimes his friends, the stoic Ben especially, found him a little too much.
Tonight, however, he was in good form. “I must tell you, friends. I believe I have finally met my match”
“Ha,” Seth snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it”
“No, no, really. This girl is special”
“They all are until you fuck them,’ Alex said dryly.
Maceo threw up his hands, but laughed. “You have a fair point, my friend, but no. This one … she has something else. She will not be so easilyhad”
“Oh, sheisdifferent,” Seth nodded sagely. “… she hastaste”
Maceo laughed, taking the ribbing in good heart. All three friends enjoyed the meal, joking and laughing. It wasn’t until they were leaving the restaurant that the conversation turned serious.
Maceo looked at Alex steadily. “Alex, my brother … will you be okay? Seth told me this morning that thefiglio di puttanawho killed Viola is still out there?”
Alex nodded, his eyes clouding over. “A part of me wants to find him first, so I can end this the way Viola deserves … ”
He gathered himself as his two friends looked at him sympathetically. “I’m sorry, guys. I’ll get to the bottom of it, I swear I will”
Later, Maceo himself drove both Alex and Seth to the airport. Hugging them goodbye, he made them a promise. “We will meet soon, again, yes?”
As he made his way back to the car, his attention was caught by a man in a long dark coat and sunglasses getting into a long black limousine. Sunglasses at night?
Maceo grinned to himself. “What areyouhiding from?” He soon forgot about the man, channeling his thoughts more pleasurably into his latest project.Orianthi Roy.He could not stop thinking about her, to the point where he had actually called Lucia into his office earlier that day and asked her about her friend.
“You leave that girl alone,” Lucia had said immediately. “She is not one of your conquests”
Maceo grinned now.No. Not yet.But he hadn’t said that to Lucia. Out of all his colleagues, she was the one he was actually wary of—probably because she was amazing at her job and had turned him down flat when he’d tried his usual shtick on her first day at the gallery.
“That,” she had said bluntly, grabbing his cock through his jeans, “isn’t going to get anywhere near me. It does not interest me. Now—” she had released him. “Can we get back to work?”
Maceo laughed out loud now. He honestly could not imagine his business without Lucia. So could he risk her friendship just for the sake of fucking Orianthi?
For once, Maceo knew he would have to tread very, very carefully. If only he could stop thinking about Ori’s lush curves or her pink, warm mouth ...
“Areyou sure you’re going to be okay? I can always tell Johnny I can’t make it this weekend”
Ori rolled her eyes at her friend. Lucia’s boyfriend, a racecar driver, had called at the last minute, asking Lucia to fly to Monaco to see him. Ori could tell she was excited. “I’ll be fine as long as you don’t mind me pretending that this amazing place is my own for a week”
Lucia laughed. “Not at all. I know you, Miss Homemaker. I’ll come back to brand new drapes and exquisitely crafted baked goods like in college. God, doesn’t that seem a million years ago?”
