AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What was that, Evie?” His voice was deep. Something about the way he said my name amidst the low sound of music tightened a single knot in my stomach.
I swallowed. “I just meant…” Now, how was I supposed to defend myself?” …that you tend to be this way towards everyone.” I made sure to finish with a small chuckle. That’d lessen the intensity of the situation.
He tilted his head, an amused smile playing on his lips. “What way?”
I breathed. He was taunting me. He had to be. “The way you are.”
Two could play the game.
A slight smile slipped on the edges of his lips. “Only to the ones I dislike.”
The urge to roll my eyes was overwhelming, but I suppressed it. “Do you ever not dislike anyone?”
I folded my arms below my chest. I didn't miss how his gaze briefly fell to my cleavage. “I do… have things I like.”
For the umpteenth time tonight, my stomach flipped. Whether it was the look in his eyes or the seemingly fluctuating lights, I suddenly felt exposed. “Like what?”
He adjusted a bit. “I like two things.”
I swallowed. He continued. “They involve large…fat returns.”
His voice had a certain huskiness to it.
I could feel my breathing slowing down. “What are they?”
His tongue darted out to slowly lick his bottom lips. My spine was charged— charged with so much current that it zapped through my being. Fuck. I suddenly wanted that tongue to ease my tension.
No, I wanted it to build so much tension in me that I exploded into a world beyond. I pressed my thighs against each other. I wanted that tongue plunged deep within me.
He looked like he was about to say something when someone interrupted. At the same time, a waiter passed by our table. I immediately snatched a glass of wine and greedily swallowed two large gulps.
It did nothing to abate the sudden thirst within me.
“Ethan, how are you?” An obnoxious, high-pitched voice struck my ears. It belonged to a tall, model-like blonde who leaned ridiculously close to Ethan.
I was beginning to hate blondes.
“It's Mr. Thorne to you.”
I enjoyed the harshness of his voice and the sharpness of his clenched jaw. I didn't know her and wondered how Ethan knew her. But who did she think she was to interrupt us and not acknowledge me?
Not like I was jealous or anything.
“But Ethan—”
“It's Mr. Thorne to you.” He repeated with a clenched fist.
Did I say it wasn’t nice to be rude? Well, scratch that because I enjoyed every bit of rudeness he dished out to this woman.
She stomped her feet petulantly before giving me a once over. “Who's this?” She held her nose high up in the air, and I raised my shoulders to match her mirth.
If this bitch doesn't leave this table…
“This,” he breathed like he was on his last nerve. “Is my beautiful date.”
The knots in my stomach doubled, intertwining in the smooth fluid of the compliment. He’d just called me beautiful.
She scrunched her nose like she wanted to say something. I waited patiently for her with a smile. Like something else had taken over me, I was ready to give her a piece of my mind. Pounce on her if need be.
