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“Yeah, sure.” I made to move from Lawson, but he didn’t let me go.
“She’s good. She’s not going anywhere.”
Both of our heads snapped in his direction and I saw that he was looking at her with that slightly pinched expression that I knew meant he was genuinely unhappy. It wasn’t like when he was telling me he wanted to bend me over the dinner table and spank the shit out of me. That made me feel good. I knew I shouldn’t take as much pleasure as I was in Lawson shutting her down, but I did.
Melissa was silent, her eyes darting between the two of us, and I could see what she was thinking. She was thinking I’d stolen her man. Made a move on her territory, which was just insane given that Lawson and I had been alone for all of five minutes in this room. It had to be apparent that we knew each other previously in some capacity.
“I won’t be needing anything else but the bill. I’ll get that at the door when we’re ready to leave,” Lawson went on. Melissa’s eyes narrowed at his words, her hands going to her hips and she sucked in a deep breath when he was done speaking. “Thank you,” he added, as if it were an afterthought. The man was gruff, but he was trying for manners in front of me. Which was sweet for a man who had threatened to spank me. I liked that he was trying, even if it felt unpracticed by him. Trying wassomething.
“She’s shit faced drunk, you know that right?” She blurted out.Ah, there it was.That was what she’d been deciding on. “I told her about you in the hallway and she decided to come see for herself. You’re being played.”
Lawson straightened up, let me go and stepped in front of me. “It’s time for you to go now. I’ll get my bill at the door when we’re ready to leave,” he said, but this time I could tell the man wasn’t going to bother playing at civility.
Melissa gasped. I leaned to the side to see, and found that Iwasactually still drunk, because I didn’t just lean around Lawson, I stumbled into the wall beside me. Melissa’s eyes landed on me and scoffed with a shake of her head.
“Whatever, have a good night,sir.”She tossed the last word out like an insult and I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up in me. Melissa left the room with a bang of the sliding door and Lawson looked over his shoulder when I kept giggling.
“Why do I get the distinct feeling that you’re trouble?” He asked. I clapped a hand over my mouth when he said that and shook my head at him.
“I’m not trouble,” I insisted.
He didn’t look convinced and pointed a finger at me. “You are.”
“Really? Because from hereyouseem like trouble. You’re the one threatening to spank me,” I reminded him.
He gave me a dip of his chin. “Because you’re trouble.’
I opened my mouth to argue but didn’t, because one very important thing came rushing back to me. “I have to pee,” I blurted out.“Now.”
Chapter Nine
LAW
“What the fuck are you doing?” The question was to no one in particular, seeing as my ass was alone and standing in a hallway outside of a women’s bathroom. I glanced towards the shut door and repeated the question. “What the fuckam I doing?” There, that was right, the clarification of that question made all the difference in the world.
What was I doing? I glared at my phone and shoved it back in my pocket. I’d texted Taylor letting him know I was going to need him to bring the car around and that we’d be making a detour before home. There was no if's and’s or but’s, I was going to be taking Honey home the second she got out of the damn bathroom. I leaned back against the wall and looked at the door. The door to the bathroom Honey was currently in. How had this happened? One minute I’d been eating dinner and responding to emails in a private room. The server had been a little intrusive, but she was easily brushed off. I wasn’t interested and hadn’t given her an in, so when the door had slid open I’d thought it was her checking on me again and interrupting the peace I was enjoying. I hadn’t looked up from my email, choosing to focus on work. I’d let the silence speak for itself when she tried to strike up a conversation with me for what felt like the hundredth fucking time that night.
I’d already made a mental note to let the owner know on my way out that when I said private, I meantprivate. She knew me from the days when I’d been a familiar face on the streets of New York. She’d make sure I had my quiet while I dined.
But then I’d heard that first breathy ‘sorry,’ and I’d known exactly who it was. It wasn’t my nosey server, it was Honey. Just like that, it was like a switch being flipped in my brain—I’d just known it was her. Something in me had changed the day I’d met her, the second I’d laid eyes on her, heard her voice, had her smile at me. Something in me had shifted, the compass of me reoriented to zero in on Honey. I’d recognize her in a crowd, pick her low and sweet voice out no problem even in a crowded room.
Sonofabitch. How had that happened?
And then I’d been crossing the room and putting my hands on her before I could stop myself. She was drunk, which I hated. Having a good time was fine by me, but pushing boundaries until the lines of safety and recklessness were blurred and twisted together was beyond what I tolerated. I did not allow for my subs to get out of control, to abuse themselves like that, and I’d threatened to spank the shit out of her if I had the chance. Which brought up a whole different issue altogether.
Honey was not my submissive. She was not my little girl, not even if I used the title once I had my hands on her. I’d lost my head the second I had her hand in mine, because I’d found out I was right. She was soft as silk beneath me, her skin warm and smooth under my hands, and her body had been perfect against mine. She fit in all the ways that mattered, soft and pliant to the planes of my body. I could have done exactly what I threatened if that damn server hadn’t barged in and tried to piss all over what I had going with Honey.
The moment had been ruined, but that was fine. I wouldn’t have taken it any farther anyways, not with her looking up at me with drink-hazed eyes. She liked what she was hearing, but a sub made bold by alcohol was not what I wanted. I rubbed a hand over my eyes and sighed. Was she even a sub? I didn’t know, we hadn’t talked about it. Honey made me want to lose control, to let the Dom out to play. All the dark in me felt like she’d stirred it right up and begged for me to pour it out into her waiting hands. But did the woman know what she was waking up in me? Or was she simply drunk and letting her mouth get ahead of her. I turned when the door handle began to jiggle and watched as she exited the bathroom with a slightly chagrined look on her face.
“Hey, sorry. I mean, thanks for waiting,” she said, pointing a finger at the door. “I should go, my friend that I came with is probably worried about me.”
I felt my hackles go up at the mention of the friend. “You never answered my question.”
“What question?”
“Is it a friend or is this date?” I didn’t know why the fuck it mattered to me when I didn’t know this woman, but it did. It mattered because I wanted her for myself and it mattered because now I knew what her tits felt like pushed up against me.
“Friend,” she said with a quick shake of her head, and then she looked past me, down the hallway, towards the back dining area. “Her name is Tiffany. We work together. I really like her and want her to be my friend, but she’s going to be so annoyed at me for being gone so long. I have to go back now. Do you know how hard it is to make friends when you’re an adult? I hope she isn’t mad at me.” She pushed past me unsteadily and I stopped her by hooking an arm around her waist and drawing her back into my side.
