Page 19 of Honey, Honey
“Why did you tell everyone I was your fiancée?” I asked.
“You know why I did it. What are you doing here drunk?” The hand at my waist flattened and slid up my side until it was at my back, cupping my shoulder and pressing me towards him.
I lifted the shoulder beneath his fingers and shrugged. “I needed to blow off some steam.”
He looked away and towards the closed door, brow creased. I frowned and reached up, touching his forehead. The gesture was slight, but his eyes snapped to me so suddenly my hand fell back.
“I’m sorry,” I began, but I didn’t get any further because whatever I was going to say got stuck in my throat when Lawson caught my hand before I could pull away completely. “Lawson.”
His blue eyes met mine and he stared at me for a beat before he shook his head. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“This,” he said, giving my hand a light shake. But even as he did he was sliding his hand against mine and threading our fingers together. The lines inked into the back of his hands stood out against my tan skin and I swallowed hard. It looked good. We looked right.
We looked perfect.
“But I like this,” I told him.
He sighed heavily and pressed our bound hands back against the wall behind me. Outside the door, I could hear laughter and talking. Footsteps from a passing diner clicked by, and my mind dimly registered that Tiffany was probably going to come looking for me if I didn’t get back to her soon.
Lawson lowered his head, lips close to my ear and I bit my lip when the soft warm air of his breath hit my skin. If I turned my head towards him I could meet his lips with my own, but even as drunk as I was I wasn’t that drunk...or brave. “If you were mine…” he growled, lips grazing the top of my ear and I shivered.
“If I was yours I wouldn’t be here,” I replied, barely able to stop the pout I felt pulling at my lips. It was my default setting. Bratty. I didn’t know what to think about it coming out to play in front of Lawson.
His fingers tightened on mine and he pressed me back into the wall. “No, you’re right. You wouldn't be. If you were and you chose to getthis drunk,you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”
My eyes shot open. “What?” I whispered, turning my head to look at him. If I wasn’t mistaken Lawson Sokolov just threatened to spank me. The familiar warmth of desire and lust began to wake up in my body and it worked to sober me, because I couldn’t have heard him correctly. There was no way this man was saying he would spank me, I must have heard wrong. With my thoughts on the Cairn and my earlier need to find release and structure within the familiar bounds of BDSM, I had to have misheard. Lawson Sokolov was not into what I was into, he-
“If you were mine I’d turn you right over this damn table and spank the fuck out of you, little girl.” He leaned back and stared me down, he wasn’t happy, but there was more there now than just annoyance. He was interested, a spark in his blue eyes that was hungry. “Someone needs a firm hand, don’t they?”
Holy fucking shit. He was into what I was into.
My mouth fell open and closed, then it opened and closed again. I knew I looked like a fish out of water, but I’d had a lot to drink and the man I’d been obsessing over for the better part of a week had suddenly materialized on my way to the bathroom and was now saying he wanted to spank me.
Little girl.
Yeah, and he’d called me that. He was pushing all my buttons, lighting them up as easily as if he had taken his hand and slammed them down the side of a skyscraper elevator bank’s worth of buttons. We were going from the ground floor to the 85th floor at warp speed with each and every button lit up like a Christmas Tree. Was this really happening or was I just that drunk?
“Are you for real?” I rasped out, finding it hard to talk now that my tongue felt like it was about two sizes too big for my damn mouth. I almost groaned at myself, but didn’t dare move a muscle because Lawson was shifting.
His lips pressed into a thin line and he dropped his head so that he was eye level with me. “Deadly.”
I audibly swallowed. “Oh no,” I whispered. I might have said more if the door to the private room wasn’t sliding open. The sound of the restaurant in full swing of a late evening dinner rush spilled into the room along with the server from earlier.
“Hey, handsome, I just wanted to-” She broke off when she saw us pressed together against the wall. “What’s going on? What are you doing here?” She asked, and there was no missing the pointed tone in her question. She glared at me and I sucked on my teeth. She was pissed, but what for? She didn’t even know Lawson, so why was she looking at me like she wanted to throw me out in the street? If anything I should be mad that she had just interrupted me getting to the bottom of what Lawson was, wanted, or maybe still would do to me.
“It’s just that there’s this super hot man in one of the private rooms. He requested me specifically.”
Oh.Ohhhhhhh. Shit. This was that man. The hot one that she was sure was going to ask for her number. The one in the private room. The private room we were currently all standing in like a weird sitcom gone wrong where the love interests have an intruder in their midst. I cleared my throat nervously and hoped I wasn't the intruder in this scenario.
“I’m pretty sure he’s going to get my number soon, or you know, like ask me to stay and have dinner with him.”
God. I was the intruder, wasn’t I? Shit fuck. How the hell had this happened? Oh, right, when I had drunkenly stumbled into this room instead of the bathroom. That’s how.
“Hey, um, I’ll just get out of here. I got lost,” I told Melissa with an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to-”
She crossed her arms over her chest and jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “I had your beers sent to your table. You can leave now.”
