Bruce merely slips a large arm around my waist, as solid as a metal band. Then, he leans into my ear. “That’s the loser right there, right?”
“Yes.”
“I think he just spotted us.”
I look across at Carl and sure enough his eyes are narrowed as Bruce and I come closer. Meanwhile, I lean towards my date so that our body language is intimate, and Bruce moves his hand lower, caressing my round ass before giving it a solid squeeze. I see Carl’s eyes follow the movement and I take that opportunity to smile at my date breathlessly before pressing an adoring kiss to his square jaw.
Of course, when I look back at Carl, my ex’s forehead is scrunched tight, and his lips are in a frown. He knows who Bruce Wilshire is, and my heart dances with excitement. In fact, all of my friends know exactly who Bruce Wilshire is because he’s our boss.
Carol and Danny stand, but Carl pulls Cindy further back onto his lap, trying to act as if he couldn’t care less that we’ve joined their little group.
“Bruce, this is Carol and Danny,” I introduce my friends. “They work at the Wilshire too, as chefs at Miccholino and Sushi Yakuza respectively.”
Bruce nods. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen you guys around the hotel actually, although I haven’t had the opportunity to sample your food yet.” Bruce shakes their hands, and I stifle a laugh when he takes Carol’s fingers because my friend looks like she might faint. There’s no denying that Bruce Wilshire is the most handsome guy in the club tonight, and frankly, the hottest guy I’ve ever met. Add in the fact that he’s filthy rich and our boss too, and it’s no surprise that Carol is a little shell-shocked.
But then a high, whiny voice interrupts us.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Cindy asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, flippantly. “This is Cindy and Carl. Bruce, Cindy and Carl. Cindy and Carl, Bruce.”
“We work at the Wilshire, too,” Cindy chimes, her voice a little too chirpy for my taste.
“Hmm,” Bruce says. “I can’t say either of you look familiar, but then again, the Wilshire employs thousands of people.”
Cindy begins to start a conversation, but Bruce ignores her to sit at the opposite end of the couch. Then he pulls me down to cuddle in his lap, and I’m still for a moment, surprised. However, I sink against that huge form, and practically melt as he wraps his arms around me.
“You’re doing well,” Bruce whispers in my ear before licking my lobe with his tongue. “You’re definitely pulling the wool over their eyes, honey.”
I look up into that blue gaze, wetness seeping between my thighs and I think Bruce can sense it because his eyes glint before he pulls me even closer to that hard frame. Suddenly, I realize I want it. Revenge or no revenge, I want to be with this man and can’t wait until it happens.
5
Jemima
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It’s been a wild night. The music’s on, and Bruce took me for a spin on the dance floor, practically making love to me in front of the entire club. But that’s the thing about Nostradamus. This isn’t about “practically” or “almost.” This is a bona fide play party, and people are starting to get real now.
Across the room, I see a man sitting on a couch with his head tipped back, eyes closed. A woman kneels between his spread thighs and savors his huge length in her mouth before licking the tip and giving it a kiss on the head. Then, another woman comes up behind the first and gently slips a hand between the first woman’s thighs, causing her to shudder and tilt her head back with ecstasy. Oh wow. Things are getting naughty for sure.
But then the music changes and the beat picks up once more. Drinks flow, and Bruce hauls me out onto the dance floor once more. His hands grip my waist and we move together, my back to his front, our bodies grinding to the music until we’re both panting.
Meanwhile, Danny takes Carol’s hand and leads her out to the dance floor so that they’re bumping along to the rhythm as well. But as much as I enjoy partying with my friends, that’s not what we’re here for tonight. Instead, I press myself close to Bruce and put my hand on his pecs, gently stroking his muscular chest.
“Could you come with me for a minute?” I whisper, trying to keep my voice soft and alluring. “Carl and Cindy are still sitting, and I just spotted the perfect place for our rendezvous. I want to show it to you.”
His blue eyes gleam dangerously. “You can show me anything anytime, honey.”
Then, we move back to the couch area, but instead of taking a seat, we pick a place about five feet away, against the wall where there are a couple potted palm trees. They offer next to nothing in the way of privacy, but we aren’t after privacy. We want to put on a show for Carl and Cindy, and this spot is directly in their line of sight. Perfect.