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Is he doing this because of Asher’s wink or to keep Abby away from him?
I’m shoving bread into my mouth, anything to stop myself from fidgeting as he traces his hand up and down my thigh. Relief and grief greet me when he slips his hand away.
I miss the warmth. I miss the tingling sensation it created.
After three bottles of wine, drank mostly by myself and Abby, she decides it’s time to push things to the next level, even with Asher and me in the room.
She leans closer to the table, her cleavage in full view. “Damon, promise you won’t fail me,” she says in a jarring voice, looking desperate.
“I can’t promise that, Abby,” he tells her coldly.
She nods, getting the message, and I’m happy when he doesn’t even look at her chest but instead gives me the most smoldering look any man has ever given me. I feel bold by the gesture alone. Confident.
Like a rebel striking.
Which is why I let my left hand wander underneath the table to squeeze his knee, palming his thigh seductively.
I don’t know why I’m teasing myself. Unless I’ll go through with this, which I know I won’t, then Ms. Whitmore isn’t the only one getting cockblocked tonight.
I’ll need to recharge my vibrator.
Eventually, Asher and Abby leave, and I wonder what Damon said to her on their way out to put a smile on her face.
“Making plans for tonight?” I pry when Damon comes back after sending them off in the elevator.
“Jealous?” he tests me.
I clean up everything, taking the plates to the kitchen. Damon’s simply leaning in the doorway, hands deep in his pockets, watching me put the dinnerware in the dishwasher. It’s a welcome distraction from being alone with him again. Except this time, I’m pretty tipsy and I’m worried about taking things too far. Even if it’s what I crave.
“You’re the one who started touching me after a harmless smile from Asher.”
“Wink. He winked at you.”
I scoff. “Wow, then he mustreallywant to sleep with me. Didn’t even ask for my number.” I can feel his presence behind me.
God, what is it about him? I can feel him everywhere.
In every organ, every vein, every cell. I can’t think of anything besides Damon.
“He didn’t ask because it was obvious I was claiming you when my hand was all over you...” he whispers in my ear, and my eyes close.
I don’t want to see.
Onlyfeel.Feel that high, that rush that being with him provides so immensely.
“So you knew they’d know . . .”
“I was betting on it.” He kisses my neck.
“Push, pull. Push, pull. Make up your mind, Damon.” My eyes open again, and I close the dishwasher before turning to face him, my back against the kitchen countertop.
I know I’m being hypocritical—Iknowthat—I’m with Harvey and I’m asking Damon to make up his mind as if I’ve been able to do so.
“I know I said we shouldn’t... but I can’t stop myself with you.” He thumbs the back of my ear. This, right here, with him, it’s explosion and a beating heart and sweaty palms.
“That doesn’t mean I want you asking about my past,” he continues.
He’s warning me once more. Warning number two. I wonder how many warnings he’ll need to direct my way before I realize what a mistake this is going to be.
