“Well, congratulations. Why the heck are you in here?”
“Can’t afford a big meal,” she says. “Hubby’s broke, right?”
“Sure,” I reply as she sticks her tongue out at me. “Barely a dime to my name.”
The waitress scratches her ear with her pen. “Well, shucks. You’ll want the special then. Half price all this week.”
“What’s that?” Rory asks.
I reach under the table and start stroking her knee with my hand. All the while, the waitress is telling us what we’re about to get. I’m not listening. I’m concentrating on Rory’s face and the way the color is flashing up on her cheeks.
“Two of those,” she manages to say, her voice strained. “And a couple of chocolate milkshakes.”
“Sure thing.”
The waitress walks away. “What are you doing?” Rory asks as I snake my hand up toward her thigh.
“Ever wanted to do it in a public place?”
“What?”
“Come on. You must have wanted to try it.”
“What if I have? There are people in here.”
“Not for long.”
“What does that mean?”
“Watch.”
Thirty-One
Aurora
* * *
It’s the most insane event in my life. I feel like I’m in the middle of some steamy dream and at any moment I might wake up, find myself back in my seat, waiting for my burger and feeling his hand on my knee.
I’m bent over the table in the diner, my wedding dress up around my hips, my panties down by my ankles. My ass is sticking out toward Nico and he’s making an appreciative growl as he runs his hand over it.
Just a few minutes ago, that’s where I was. Sitting there waiting for our food to come out. Out of nowhere he tells me to watch and then he gets up and goes over to the kitchen, just pushes the door open and disappears inside.
He comes back out not thirty seconds later and the entire staff are following him. They don’t look at me. They just usher the other customers to the door, walking out and not looking back.
“What just happened?” I asked Nico.
“I paid them to leave,” he said, pulling down the blinds, hiding us from view. He took the key and locked the door. How he even got the key, I’ve no idea.
He walked back over to me and lifted me out of my seat. “Turn around,” he said. “Now.” His voice is cold.
“What if I don’t want to?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He grabbed me and spun me around, bending me over, yanking my dress up and then ripping my panties down my legs. He landed a swat on my ass which made me shriek.
I can still feel the sting. It’s been ten seconds since he spanked me and I’m still processing it. How am I even here? An empty diner. He simply paid everyone to leave. I don’t want to know how much he gave them.
Has he any idea that one of my fantasies is to do it in a public place? He can’t know that. I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. I haven’t written it down anywhere he might find it. But, somehow, he knows.