Her bravery is making me speechless. Almost. “No.”
She nods like she expected that reply, and I turn back to Romarc.
“Do you, or do you not, need my men to assist with pick up?” He picks up his glass of wine and takes a sip.
“No, it’s handled. And I think we’ve had enough business for tonight. How about since you own this place, you get your waiters to bring us another round of drinks and some more food,” Romarc says with a smile and then he winks at Sailor.
When my eyes meet Sailor’s, hers are asking me questions.
“This is your restaurant?” she questions, surprise lingering in her voice.
“Yes, I own it. Amongst other things.”
The waiter comes over and offers more water.
Sailor is the only one with manners and thanks him as he walks off.
“Look …” she leans in so her breath hits the back of my ear, “… what happened in the car, can’t happen again.”
Ignoring her as the waiter brings food, I place my hand under the table and then rest it high up on her leg. She lets out a little yelp and covers her mouth, then picks up her napkin and pats her mouth, side-eyeing me and shaking her head. “Keir.”
Why when my name comes from her mouth is it like she’s pulling each syllable with the draw of her tongue and wanting to wrap it around her lips? Like she should with my cock.
“Mmhmm.”
“Can you please move your hand?” She says it quietly enough so only I can hear, but I choose to ignore it as if I didn’t hear her words. My hand slides up her thigh even higher, and she closes her legs tight. She has strong thighs, I’ll give her that, but they’re no match for me. Especially as I lightly rub the inside of her thigh up and down, and as I do, she slowly relaxes, opening her legs for me in response.
Food is placed in front of her, and I can see she’s barely holding it together. I skim her panties with my fingers, hearing her breathing pick up before I pull them away. “Eat,” I demand.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead right where I sit. I watch as she crosses her legs and then proceeds to eat. I have to admit, I like that she has a backbone but also listens when she should.
Pity I plan on killing her by the end of the week.
Chapter Twelve
Sailor
The food was amazing, the company not so much. But I’ve never eaten in a five-star restaurant before, and now that I have, I know what I’m missing and it’s some of the most delicious food I have ever tasted.
As we stand from the table—the same one Keir tried slipping his fingers into me under—I smile at the woman opposite me. She places her hand on Romarc’s shoulder. Her name is Ginger, I have since found out after having a small conversation with her during dinner.
She clearly is with him for one reason. And it’s not because of his looks. Romarc isn’t hideous, but he’s no Keir, that’s for sure. I saw her eyes wander over to Keir a few times, and I wondered if she’s tried to get with him in the past. Maybe she’s been one of the girls he brings to his room to suck his cock.
Oh, my god.
Am I about to be that girl?
Nope, not sucking his cock.
Not gonna happen, no matter how pretty it is.
“Sailor, it was a pleasure.” Romarc kisses my hand, then looks to Keir. “Bring her more often. You talk less business. It’s refreshing.” He winks at me before they leave.
Roberto steps in and whispers something to Keir, so I start walking outside to the car, leaving them to it. Keir’s car is still parked directly in front of the restaurant, and it’s the only one there.
“Sailor.” I turn to find Romarc standing there, a cigar in his hand and his lady friend Ginger gone. He walks over to me, and I feel his eyes roam my legs before they settle on my breasts, which are clearly hidden underneath my shirt. “Can you escape tonight? I would love to show you around.”
His words make my skin crawl.
That’s a hard no.
But I smile at him. “I’m married and not interested. But thank you for the offer.”
“I’m married too. That never hurt anybody.” Little does he know how much it does hurt most women and probably some men too. When I used to find evidence of other women on Dillan’s clothes, it broke a small part of me each and every time. His wife must feel the same.
“It’s time you left.” Keir stands directly behind me, his front touching my back, and I’m frozen in place as I didn’t hear him step in behind me.
“Don’t seem so married now.” Romarc winks, then walks away.
“Flirting with the enemy, I see.” I go to step away from Keir, but he’s too fast. His hand circles my hip and keeps me in place, so I’m plastered to him.
And I feel his cock.
His large hard cock.
Which is pressing into my ass.
“I meant what I said. I’m married. What happened in the car can’t happen again.”
“If you say so.” Keir shifts my hair from my shoulder, and I feel his breath before his lips land on my neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake.
Pulling away from him, I move so he can’t catch me again and spin around to face him. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
He laughs, and I step farther away. This time he listens, though, and does just that, keeps his hands to himself and gets in the car. I follow, and he doesn’t speak or touch me the entire ride home.
I have curled myself up on his couch again. Keir didn’t come inside with me, and I don’t think he even came home during the night, because this time when I wake I’m still in the same spot on his couch where I fell asleep.
“Sleeping beauty.” I roll over to see Roberto leaning against the wall with a sports magazine in his hand. He closes it, pushes off the wall, and looks at me. “Rise and shine.” He winks and walks off, yelling over his shoulder that breakfast is ready. I look down at my clothes and decide, fuck it! I’m wearing what I have on. All Keir can do is tell me to go back and change and what does that matter. When I walk into the dining room, I find it’s just Keir at the table, food in front of him as he sits back against his chair waiting for me to enter.
“Hello.” It’s all I can think of to say. I can’t ask him where he was last night because, frankly, it’s none of my business. And if I am being perfectly honest, my care factor right now is at zero. He says nothing in return, so I pull out a seat and sit across from him.
He licks his lips, and I remember what it was like to have him between my legs. How good it felt. Stop it! Stop thinking like that.
“A lawyer called.” My phone, which is in front of him, is slid across the table to me. I didn’t even realize he had it.
“Really?” Picking it up, I check my emails.
“You’re divorcing him?”
“Yep.”
He nods, then picks up his cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips to drink. “Eat.”
Keir’s a man of few words, and internally I smirk at his brashness, but I do as he says. Not because he told me to, but because I’m starving. Dark eyes watch me, and I randomly wonder how long it takes him to dress in his designer suit every morning and to walk out looking this good every day. The only time I’ve seen him without a suit was when he was naked.