“He’s right though,” Laurie says, “Find out what the deal is so you’re not left hanging in the end.”
In the end.
“We’re just taking it one day at a time,” I say nonchalantly, frowning as Brett feeds Laurie another grape and she licks his fingers. “That’s kind of gross. Can’t you just
maybe wait for me to leave?”
“Nope.” Laurie grins. “We want to make you so uncomfortable you have to leave.”
I snort and get up to go to my room, where I study my reflection in the full-length mirror, and judge the effect of my cream bandage dress and my nude heels. Landon will be here any moment to pick me up for his brother’s play, and I want to be ready when he comes.
I’m still looking at myself in the mirror when I hear the buzzer. I was expecting Landon to call when he got downstairs, so the sound of his voice in the living room as he says hello to Laurie and Brett takes me by surprise.
I take a deep breath and go to join them, stopping by my door to drink in the sight of him looking delicious in a dark blazer over a crisp blue shirt.
He raises his head immediately, and his eyes meet mine. “Hey baby.”
The endearment makes me warm. “Hey,” I reply.
He grins and walks over to me, dropping a very light kiss on my lips. “You ready?”
“Almost.” I scoot back into my room to pick up my purse, doing one last check in the mirror before joining them again, Laurie blows me a kiss. “Have fun,” she tells me, before turning to Landon. “Take good care of her.”
He smiles at her before transferring his gaze back to me. His eyes are hot and full of all the sensual promise I’ve come to expect. “I fully intend to,” he says, then takes my hand and leads me out of the door.
WE have dinner before going to the theater, which is one of the bigger ones on Broadway. I’ve been to a few plays before, with my parents and also with Laurie, but the press viewing is a different experience. The theater is not packed, and in the front rows, serious looking critics and bloggers are looking intently at the activities on the stage, and typing quick notes into phones and tablets.
We’re seated at the gallery, which is almost empty. From that spot there’s a good view of the stage, the critics, and Landon’s brother Aidan in a darkened corner opposite us, looking down at the stage, his intense expression so like Landon’s that it’s almost eerie.
I don’t know if he’s worried, but even I can see that he has no reason to be. The play is superb, with beautiful costumes, props, and excellent actors, especially the lead, a dark-haired girl who doesn’t look a day over seventeen, but commands the stage like a pro.
“Who’s she?” I whisper to Landon.
“Elizabeth McKay. It’s her first role. Her father produced the play, and Aidan can’t stand her, for some reason.”
“What reason? She’s so talented.”
“Which is why Aidan had to grin and swallow whatever he’s feeling.” Landon smiles when he says his brother’s name, and I can see the pride clearly in his eyes.
My eyes find Aidan on the other side of the gallery, and I follow the direction of his gaze. He’s looking intently at Elizabeth McKay, his eyes so focused that I start to wonder if there’s more to his dislike.”
“Maybe he likes her,” I whisper, leaning towards Landon. “Sometimes attraction can manifest as dislike.”
“Hmm.” Landon nuzzles my neck. “Is that why you disliked me so much at first?”
I smile. “Maybe I still do.”
“Do you?” I feel his hand on my thigh, inching up towards the hem of my dress. “Or maybe now you like me just a little.”
I pull in a breath as his hand disappears under the hem of my dress, moving slowly upwards to stop at the juncture of my thighs. “Just a little,” I agree.
His voice is a warm whisper so close to my ear. “I guess I have to work on that. Open your legs Rachel.”
I obey without thinking, not even pausing to spare a glance at the other people in the darkened theater. Immediately his fingers cup my sex, moving over the silk of my panties in a slow sensuous rhythm, applying only a light pressure as he works my folds, using them to massage my clit.
I sigh, and my legs fall further apart, giving him more space. He slides his fingers into the crotch of my panties, stroking me from my wet inner lips to my swollen clit. I moan softly, my hips lifting from the seat. If he continues, I’m going to come, right here, in a public theater.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, “so ready. I want to fuck you right here, Rachel, and it’s killing me that I can’t.”