“It’s my way of saying thank you,” he said blandly.
“What for?” she asked pointedly. He’d better not say bedroom favours.
“For supporting me at polo. I know you didn’t really want to be there.”
She hesitated, unsure of how to reply. Then a shadow fell over the table. Excellent—saved by the waiter again. She smiled vivaciously and pored over the menu, quizzing the guy about what he thought were the best options. Four minutes later she was handing the menu back to the waiter, when she heard a distant chiming sound. Hell. It was her mobile. She quickly grabbed it from her bag to switch it off but then she saw the screen—three missed calls in the last ten minutes?
All the same number.
“Hey Mom.” She pulled an apologetic face at Xander—who was looking even more amused—and then tried to turn away, lowering her voice.
“You didn’t answer your phone. I was worried.” Yeah, she sounded it.
“Mom I was fine,” Chelsea smiled brightly so her mother would hear it. “I was just out walking and didn’t hear it ring. My phone was in my bag.”
“You’re out walking?” Her mother asked. “Isn’t it late?”
“Not that late. I’m just out for dinner. Having a nice time like you wanted me to, remember? I’m fine Mom. I’ll phone you back first thing tomorrow.” She ended the call and glance at Xander. “Sorry about that. She calls all the time.”
His brows flashed. “She worries?”
“Uh huh.” A lot. Chelsea reached for her glass of water and almost knocked it. She almost wished she had, it would end this conversation. But he was watching her closely, like he expected more. “You know mothers.” She shrugged.
He still didn’t pick up on her ‘topic finisher’ tone. “You’re close.”
“Yeah.” She shook her head and smiled. “But she worries about me being in the big smoke all by myself and out late at night.”
“Yeah,” Xander nodded seriously. “My mom’s the same.”
At that she giggled.
“What, you don’t believe me?” His eyes twinkled.
“You seem pretty able to take care of yourself.”
He sent her a wry look. “Well, I can find food, clothing—”
“And a bed when you need it,” Chelsea interpolated neatly.
His grin widened. “But she still worries.”
Chelsea dropped her gaze and studied the silverware on the table. “Does she want you to settle down?”
“Hope springs eternal in all mothers, doesn’t it?”
She grinned. “Yeah. I think so.” She lifted her glass and took a sip of cool water. “You seem pretty close to those guys in your team.”
“Yeah,” he acknowledged, sitting back as the waiter delivered their meals. “Logan is my cousin. Together with Connor, his brother, we worked as lifeguards in the summer then in ski season we were in rescue patrol. Hunter and Rocco as well. They were great jobs when we were studying—extra hours in the holidays and good pay.”
So he’d been buddies with all these guys since he was a kid? No wonder they’d eyed her so curiously. Did he not often take a woman to watch their games? “And I bet you scored big time,” she said.
“We had some fun.” He didn’t deny it. “But actually, all those hours on the beach can get a bit boring.”
“Surrounded by bikini clad babes?” She shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She took a bite of her chicken and nearly died—so good. “And then you went into security.”
“Systems and surveillance, property protection, yes.” He lifted his fork too and took a bite.
“Why? You like cameras?” She teased. “You like watching people?”
He laughed appreciatively. “I far prefer dealing with someone in the flesh to watching an image.”
What, so he wasn’t a voyeur? “You watched me by the pool.”
“You watched me,” he reminded her. “Both of us were waiting for the right moment.” He angled his head and studied her. That hot, intense look that made her sizzle from the inside out. “A moment like now.”
She met his gaze—read the desire in his eyes. Knew her eyes reflected the same. Distraction time? Yeah, maybe that was a good thing. To keep this as fantasy.
A wicked smile crossed his face. “Have you ever fantasized about having sex in public?”
Uh, only in the last second.
“What about getting off in a restaurant?” he asked, finally going into more detail. “With people sitting all around you.”
“How would you do that?”
“Make you come?” He pinned her in place with another look—sharper, hungrier. Gorgeous. “I guess I’d need a longer tablecloth to be able to get on my knees between your legs. So sucking you off isn’t going to happen, sadly.”
She resisted the urge to rub back and forth on the seat. “You are so cruel.”
“I could, however, slip a finger into place,” he ignored her interruption and mercilessly continued. “Maybe two. I could rub my thumb on—”
She clamped her hand over his mouth. Felt him chuckle. Then felt his tongue. Oh the man had skill with his tongue.
“You’ve stopped breathing again. We’re going to have to do something about this.” He pulled her hand down from his lips and leaned over and kissed her. His teeth nipped her lower lip before he pulled away—far too soon.
“Oh dear,” he muttered. “The waiter is coming.”
No, she was the one about to come. “You’re so evil,” she choked.
He laughed and took every opportunity to touch her through the meal. His leg pressed against hers, he touched her wrists. And he looked at her, as intently and attentively as if he could see all the way into her.
Getting out of the restaurant and through the cab ride home was almost unbearable.
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As she struggled to unlock her door, his fingers trailed up and down her thigh—not going high enough or hard enough. Pure tantalizing torment.
As soon as they were in her room he pulled something from his bag.
“What’s that?” She stared at the package.
“So suspicious.” He laughed and opened it up.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“What do you think?”
Heat surged. “Where did you get it from? Did you have it already? You have a cupboard full of sex toys I should know about?”
“And doesn’t the thought of that turn you on.” He chuckled. “Internet. Courier. These things are easily done.”
“I don’t want to—”
“Yes, you do.” He ran the tip of the vibrator across her lips. “You’ve been sheltered your whole life. You’ve never had or done many things. But you’ve dreamed. Fantasized.”
She loved it when he brought on his fantasy talk. The way his voice dropped—the sound of sex. She licked her lips, letting her tongue touch the very tip of the toy. “So what am I going to do?”
He tossed the vibrator onto the bed and began to undress her. “You’re naked, of course.” He slipped the dress from her shoulders and she stepped free of it. “And what do you think happens then?” he teased.
She shook her head, so desperate for the release that was so, so close. “Damn it, Xander.”
“You’re experimenting.” He laughed, amusement in his eyes at her frustration and pushed her back onto the bed. He peeled her underwear from her skin and spread her legs—letting his fingers tease as wickedly as his words were. Only then he switched on the vibrator and gently rolled it up the inside of each thigh until she arched restlessly.
“You get caught. You’re lying there with this toy between your legs and you’re about to come and someone walks into the room.”
“Who?” she whispered.
“One of your servants. Your favorite.”
“Of course,” she breathed.
Xander stepped back and quickly removed his clothes, snapping on a condom before turning back to her. “You’ve seen him often. Admired from afar. Checked out his butt when you thought he wasn’t looking. Not to mention his abs of steel.”