Page 30 of Seduction
“After dinner, sex,” I whispered then yawned. One more night, and the next day, after my shift, I would make a reservation at the hotel—maybe.
* * *
Dr. Sparrow plateddinner beautifully on white porcelain dinnerware, he’d filled a gold basket with various types of dinner rolls, and a gold dish of sliced butter sat next to it.
I tilted my head and gave him a suspicious look. “Did you really make this?” I could hardly believe it.
He gave a short nod. “I did. I wouldn’t lie about making dinner.”
“Well, you’ve already lied about owning this place,” I said, and I immediately wanted to take back those words. I was tired and uninhibited.
“Let’s sit,” he said, obviously choosing to ignore my accusation.
Sparrow walked to one side of the table, where a plate was set. He had on a white V-neck T-shirt and loose cotton lounge pants. His magnificent cock, visible through the material, pistoled down his leg. It was hard and not being carefully constrained by his underwear. He looked down at where I was staring. I quickly zipped my eyes back to his face.
He shrugged. “I already told you. It’s the effect you have on me. It’ll pass. Sit.”
He still held my chair out for me. I didn’t want to get too close to his wiener. I was creaming in my panties.Say it, Pen.I wanted to tell him that we should go to the bedroom and get it over with already, but instead, I walked over to sit in the chair.
When we were close, we locked eyes. I saw the question in his. He wanted to do something to me—touch me, kiss me,something. But instead, I sat, and he helped me scoot my seat closer to the table. I couldn’t look away from him as he took the seat across from me.
We kept staring at each other, neither of us picking up forks to dig in.
“It smells good,” I said.
“Thank you,” he said breathlessly. “Who was he?”
I frowned, confused, ready to sleep, dig in to that amazing-looking food Sparrow had made, and fuck. “Who are you referring to?” I stifled a yawn.
“The guy you came out of the office with.”
“Oh, him.” I thumbed over my shoulder because it was the only gesture I could come up with at the moment. “That was… um…” I didn’t know what to say.
His frown turned severe. “Did you fuck him?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head adamantly. “He’s my ex-boyfriend, and now he’s with Court. You know Court, who we just ran into again in the hallway.”
“She’s with your ex?” he asked as if it were the most disgusting thing he’d ever heard.
I tried not to smile, even though I was happy he was on my side. “Yeah,” I said with a sigh.
His glare picked me apart. “And you’re not happy about it?”
I shrugged. “He’s a serial cheater.” I saw no need to tell him that Rich had been trying to fuck me seconds before he saw us.
“He wants you still,” Sparrow said.
Finally, I picked up my fork and spiraled zucchini pasta around the tines. “But I don’t want him.”
He nodded forcefully. “Good.”
Don’t look at him. Don’t look. Pen, don’t look.
I put the forkful of pasta into my mouth, and the flavors of fresh basil, garlic, pine nuts, and parmesan ignited my taste buds.
“Mmm,” I said, eyes closed as I chewed.
When I opened my eyes, he was watching me as if he was conflicted about something.
