“Fuck off,” he grits out to whoever is talking to him. I shift to my knees to look around him to see the suit he was talking to earlier is back.
The man glances over at me. “She’s cute.”
Tomas clenches his fists at his sides. I can feel the tension pour off him. He takes a step toward the man. “I told you to fuck off.”
The man in the suit lifts his hands. I grab one of Tomas’s clenched fists. It takes both of my hands to wrap around it.
“You don’t want to be here? Then let's leave,” I offer, not wanting there to be a fight. I thought they were friends from how they were talking earlier.
“He has to stay for another thirty minutes.”
I glare at the man in the suit. He must be crazy. Is he trying to get himself punched in the face?
I pull on Tomas’ hand. He steps back. I move out of the way, easily pushing him back into the chair. He doesn't fight me but moves easily under my touch. He snags me around the waist, pulling me back down into his lap.
“You okt?” the man asks him.
“I’m not going to tell you again. Watch your mouth and your eyes.”
The man lets out a long sigh, clearly not offended by Tomas' warning, but he does, however, look surprised. “Call me tomorrow.” He taps his watch before turning back to leave again.
“Why do you have to stay?” He’d said something a minute ago about having to be here and not wanting to be.
“It’s in my contract.” He turns his head to look at me. My eyes flick to his mouth. I want to kiss him again. “You don’t know who I am?” I shake my head no. “I’m Tomas Holiday.”
“Okay.”
His body shakes with laughter, making me smile. “You’re going to sit here with me for thirty minutes and then we’ll get the hell out of here.”
“Are you going to give me more of those kisses?”
He smiles. His whole face lights up. I didn't know he had that in him when I first started stealing peeks over here. His face looked so serious earlier. But now that he’s smiled at me, I can’t imagine not seeing one of them again.
“Yeah, but not here. People are watching.” I look around to see that people are really watching. It makes me wonder who Tomas Holiday is. Not that it matters. He is mine for tonight.
3
Tomas
It wasn't until Seth walked over that I realized what I’d been doing. Of course people would be watching. I had a sexy little brunette on my lap and I was kissing her. Something that was very out of character for me. Also something that would make someone a good million if they snapped a picture of it to sell to one of those gossip rags.
Still, I can’t bring myself to move Neily out of my lap. She sits perched there, watching the seconds tick by. She is completely unfazed by who I am. I find that as attractive as the rest of her. She is a breath of fresh air.
“Doesn't it hurt when someone punches you in the face?” She asks another random question. I’m enjoying that I don’t know what will come next from her.
“It’s been awhile since someone punched me in the face, but yeah, it hurts.”
“I’d cry if someone hit me in the face.” She scrunches her small button nose, looking even more adorable.
“No one will ever hit you in the face.”
“Wait. Alyssa hit me in the face once with a wooden spoon.” Anger hits me hard and fast. I can’t punch a woman. “I might have walked into the spoon. Okay, danced into it. I get bored when she’s cooking sometimes. It left a knot on my head for a week.” She smiles as she says it, tempering my anger. “I painted it to look like a horn.” She starts giggling in my lap. The sound goes straight to my dick.
“A unicorn?” I guess.
She bounces her head up and down, taking another sip of her drink. “Can we go yet? People are watching us.” Her shoulders try to move to the beat of the music but she fails adorably at it. I don’t think she cares. “You famous?”
“Something like that.”
“Famous for punching people in the face.” She throws back her head and laughs harder. Her dark hair tickles my arm. Her tits bounce with the motion. I have to make myself pull my eyes from them. I do it slowly, tracing them to my mind. I’ll use the image later. More than anything I want to make sure no other fuckers are getting a look at her. I want to trap the sounds of her giggles in my bedroom where only I’ll ever hear them.
“Time.” I pluck the drink out of her hands, putting it down before I stand with her in my arms. She wraps her arms around me.