Page 5 of Unexpected Company
It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been asked this when out in public and though I’m not filming, I am having fun and pleasing my fans is important to me.
“Try me,” I say, grinning at him.
Guy, whose name I still don’t know, bites his bottom lip then pushes his full pint of beer towards me.
“Down this in one go.”
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes (does he think I’m an amateur?), I wrap my hand around the glass.
“Pfft, easy.” Bringing his drink to my lips, I open my mouth and gulp down the entire glass of bitter liquid. A small dribble escapes out the side of my mouth and I use my hand to wipe it away, licking my lips and watching as his eyes follow the movement.
“Impressive.”
“Not really. Want another go?” I ask, leaning closer to him, my hand now on his leg, a buzz of sexual tension growing between us.
“Make it a good one.”
“Okay.”
There’s a loud cheer and my eyes dart to the screen where the rugby players are surrounding one of their teammates and clapping him on the back. It holds my interest for a minute at most before I turn back to my companion and lift an eyebrow in question.
“I dare you,” he drops his voice, bringing his lips to my ear, “To bring your sexy ass closer and sit on my lap.”
A flash of heat travels from my cheeks and down my neck. It’s original but also not. I’ve been dared to do far more suggestive things a time or two and maybe there is content out there, behind a hefty paywall of me doing some of them. Not that I would ever tell.
“Presumptuous much?”
He laughs, his cheeks flushing to match my own.
“Sorry. Yeah. Maybe that was too much.”
I’ve got to give it to the guy, his brand of bashful is fucking sexy and I do like the direction this day is taking.
“If you think you can handle me, I’ll take your dare,” I reply, waving a hand up and down my body. “But a word of warning. I’ve been told I’m a bit of a handful.”
His hand finds my leg under the table and he rubs his palm upwards towards my thigh.
“You’re tiny. I think I can manage having you on my lap.”
I give him a once over and shrug. Compared to him, with his thick thighs and broad shoulders, Iamtiny. Tiny but dynamite. I laugh to myself at the thought.
Standing, I sidle onto his lap, wriggling my butt and enjoying the way he groans under his breath. His arm wraps around my waist and I settle back against his chest.
This is nice. It’s not perfect, but I take affection where I can get it. It’s one thing being adored by millions through a screen, it’s another having a real-life human want to hold you. Outside of my fans, who don’t actually know me, I only have Liam and my aunt. And she’s never been around much.
If someone dared me to tell them how I feel when I wake up in the mornings, ‘lonely’ would be my honest answer.
The match ends and my companion orders shots. By now his friends have cottoned on to who I am and the dares and suggestions are coming through thick and fast. I bat them all away, growing tired of the whole spiel.
It’s only when someone yells, “Take a photo with Santa,” do my ears perk up. As far as dares go, it’s rather tame but given how close we are to Christmas, it’s a great idea. Festive content always goes down well. It’s quick and simple to make and I’m certain we could slip in a mention of one of my brand sponsors.
My eyes catch Liam’s, and his lips tip up on the sides as he lifts the phone he uses for filming, wriggling it from side to side.
“There’s a Christmas grotto at the mall next door,” my lap buddy suggests. “Maybe you can go sit on the big guy’s lap. See if he can handle you?” His hand slides between my thighs and I rest my head against his shoulder, both wanting to go and wanting to stay and see where this leads.
In the end, my desire to get another video ready to post wins out – no one can say I don’t take my job seriously. Standing, my head and stomach do a simultaneous swoop and I grip the table and wait for the sensation to pass before squaring my shoulders and marching to the door.
A crowd of people follows me, and the closer I get to the mall, the worse I feel. My legs wobble like jelly and I’m swallowingmore than usual, my gut churning with every step. It takes me three large breaths to starve off the nausea.
