Page 44 of Honey, Honey
“Ah, about time you joined us, Lawson.”
I nearly spit the half sip of Cosmo that I’d just taken when Connie interrupted me. Lawson. There was only one Lawson that I knew, only one that I wanted it to be, but there was no way it was him.There couldn’t be.
“Honey.” It was one word, gruff and disapproving, and I knew that voice, would know that voice from anywhere. It didn’t matter if days or years had passed between the last time I had heard it and now. I wouldn’t mistake it for anyone but the man I had been left wrecked by within the last 24 hours. He stepped out of the crowd as if by magic and was there in front of us, in another impeccable suit, this one dark blue. A perfect shade that matched his eyes.
Eyes that were on me. Eyes that were angry.
Why was he so angry?
“What the fuck is going on?” He asked, looking at Connie and immediately. I missed his stare. Even if he was angry, I wanted Law’s eyes on me. I didn’t care what his eyes were saying so long as they were on me.
Connie gave a breezy shrug. “Exactly what I told you in your letter, Law. This is our VIP guest that we need you to keep company tonight.” She gestured towards me with a flick of one red tipped nail and then inclined her head to look at him. “Or is there a problem?”
“The problem is I didn’t come here to play babysitter,” he bit out.
I jerked back as if he had slapped me, because that was exactly what it felt like. “What?” I whispered, fingers squeezing the Cosmo glass stem.
Law’s eyes were back on me and I realized that maybe I had been wrong. Maybe I didn’t want this man looking at me when he was looking at me with contempt. What had happened to make him look at me like this? Hadn’t he eaten my pussy like a dying man? He’d had all the lights in my building changed because he’d thought they were dangerous, for fuck’s sake!
You were lovely.
He had told me that, so why was he looking at me like this?
“You’re drunk,” he said as if that explained everything.
“No, I’m not.”
“The drink you practically spilled all over yourself says otherwise,” he told me, pointing down at the floor with one of his stupidly well formed thick fingers. I licked my lips looking at that finger. I knew what that finger felt like pumping inside of me. What it could do when he used it against my clit. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together and forced myself to match his gaze even though I half felt like throwing my drink in his face.
“I’m not, so save your concern for someone else, Law.”
“Ohhh, I see you two know each other?”
I gave a shake of my head. “We don’t.”
Law’s jaw squared and he stepped in closer to me, boxing Connie out. “We do.”
“I don’t know this man,” I said, turning my head and ignoring him. I raised my glass to take a sip but Law’s hand shot up and he snatched it from me, placing it on the counter behind me with a jerk of his arm.
“You’ve had enough, little girl.”
My mouth parted and I sucked in a sharp breath.Little girl.I looked up at him, which was hard with how close we were, I had to crane my head back to do it. “You don’t tell me what to do,” I told him, even though my body was waking up at his behavior. My brain was screaming that Law was into what I liked, that what I had wished and hoped for last night was true. Why else would he be here?
“What the hell is she doing here? You did this, didn’t you?” He asked Connie, as if I hadn’t spoken.
She held up her hands. “I did no such thing. Honey made her reservation of her own volition. Same as you, Law. Same as anyone in attendance. And I can see that you two know each other, so what’s with the conflicting stories, hmm?”
“I’m sorry, I know Lawson Sokolov. Not this man.”
“Honey, I swear to god…”
I moved away and tried to get past him, but he moved in front of me barring the way. “Get out of my way, Law.”
“That’s not happening, Honey.”
“Honey, darling,” Connie said, breaking in between us with one arm that forced Law back a step, “this is your company for the night. Your chaperone, as I told you.”
“I don’t want him. He can keep his company.”
