As I asked this, I ran my hand up and down her arm, circling her small wrist with my much bigger hand. My tattooed fingers looked practically obscene against her pale-white skin.
She looked from my fingers to her wrist, then followed my wrist up to my arm, then my shoulder, followed finally by my face.
“I’m fine,” she lied through her teeth, color once again rising on her cheeks as she tugged her arm free.
“Okay,” I said as I retook my seat. “If you say so.”
She licked her lips, glanced quickly at Cassius, who was watching with amusement, then declared loudly, “I’ll be back.” Then she hastily stepped away, turned on her heels and said through the doors of the kitchen, “In two minutes.”
“You haven’t taken your break yet!” Shawna called from a table where she was rolling silverware into paper napkins.
“I know,” Luce said as she disappeared through the kitchen door.
I stood up, reached for my cell phone and wiggled it at Cassius. “I’m gonna go make a phone call to Kobe. See if he has anything. Then I’m gonna go in there and try to figure out what’s bothering her.”
“What’s bothering her is that she wants you,” Cassius snorted. “You and I both know that. Don’t be dumb.”
Okay, so maybe I was very aware. But he didn’t need to point that out.
After flipping him off and hearing him laugh, I heard some girl in the corner booth across the room say, “Wow, he looks dangerous. Look at all those tattoos. No wonder she has trouble forming sentences.”
A grin formed on my lips when I headed through the door to the kitchen.
The cook jerked his chin toward the back room, which I assumed was the break room, and said, “Straighten her out. She’s wired.”
Was she?
I grinned like the devil as I made my way into the break room to find her pacing the length of it.
I closed the door with a resounding thud, causing her to turn and stare at me with surprise.
I ripped my shirt off and her eyes darkened.
“I don’t know why you’re in this state,” I said as I tossed the shirt on the back of an old, worn-out chair before starting on the button of my jeans. “But I’m taking advantage of it.”
She bit her lip as she watched me strip my pants down, exposing my white briefs.
She lifted the skirt of her uniform and hooked her fingers around the waistband of her panties.
Seconds later, the lacy silk fell to the floor.
I watched with hunger in my eyes as she moved toward me, already explaining.
“While it was slow earlier and Cassius was on a phone call, I started reading a new book.” She stopped right in front of me. “It was about praise kink. How the main character always called the heroine his ‘good girl’ and it got me a bit… flustered.”
I grinned.
I’d said that to her multiple times over our lives together.
“You were thinking about me and you, weren’t you?” I asked curiously.
“I was thinking about a whole lot more than just me and you,” she explained. “I was thinking about how it would feel if I were more adventurous. To do the things I’ve always wanted to do, but never gave myself permission to do with anyone else. The thought of being that free with you is… intense. And I started thinking about other things. Things that were always just an ‘I could never.’ And I realized that with you, it was not ‘I could never’ but a ‘when we get a chance.’”
I tugged my cock as I said, “And what was it about my forearms that set you off?”
She glanced down and watched me stroke myself, rougher than she’d ever done when she had control. She bit her lip, and I almost lost it right then and there.
“The book had her caged in,” she whispered. “Him holding her against the wall, her face smashed into the blinds, as he planted his forearms on either side of her and…”
“Fucked the hell out of her?” I guessed.
“Fucked her,” she agreed, panting now. “But not how you think. One day, when I get the courage, I’m going to ask you to do something and I want you to go with it.”
Damn, she definitely had me curious now.
“Am I going to be told about this book?” I asked curiously.
“No.” She flushed red. “I’m not ready to expose just how depraved my mind is right now. Just know that, one day, I’ll bring it up. Don’t make fun of me when I do.”
My lips quirked as I squeezed my cock hard. “You give me one of your fantasies right now, and I’ll give you one of mine.”
She walked forward with a purpose, then dropped to her knees. “How about I show you?”
I felt my already hard cock get so stiff that it physically ached at the sight of her at my feet.