Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“You wish, Madden.” I hold back my laughter. She’s full of shit. Hendrix knew what she was doing with the dress she’s wearing— long sleeved, tight to her body, black and silver in color. The wide-open neck that leads towards her torso opening up even further, the sides of her breasts giving me another glimpse of her perfect tits.
“We’ll see about that.” A soft sultry voice echoes throughout the room, not overwhelming in that sense that you can’t have a conversation without yelling, just enough to give it a background noise while enjoying the company beside you or in front of you.
“Here’s your table. Cole will be your server for the evening. Please enjoy your time at The Hyacinth.” It’s the rounded booth I requested, wanting a little privacy. I wouldn’t be opposed to getting my mouth on Hendrix again, if she allows it, that is. One thing about this woman is, she knows what she does and doesn’t want.
“Thank you.” I give the hostess a fleeting acknowledgement while my eyes watch as Hendrix slides across the green velvet fabric of the half-circular-shaped seating. A glimpse of her upper thigh shows something I hadn’t yet noticed before. “Fuck, Hendrix, you’re full of surprises.” I move in beside her, unbuttoning my suit jacket with one hand while placing my beer on the table, noticing Hendrix hasn’t let the one she snatched from me go.
“What?” My comment jars her out of a stupor. Whether it was her trying to come back with a smartass remark or because she’s busy watching the entertainment up on stage, I’m not sure. I don’t respond. My fingertips graze her upper thigh, and I watch as her flesh pebbles beneath them, wondering if it’s the simple touch or the fact that my fingers are cold from holding the glass of beer.
“Your tattoo.” I push the fabric higher, wanting to see the full tattoo instead of only the outer edges. It’s an intricate script that reads ‘Trust the timing’, with two small flowers on each end. A softness to her hardness. This woman is a fucking anomaly to me most of the time.
“Madden.” My name tumbles from her mouth, the same way it did when our bodies were pressed against one another, and I’m pretty sure it’s a combination of need and desire.
“Hello, my name is Cole. Can I refresh your drinks for you?” We’re interrupted by the server. That doesn’t make me move my hand, though. I keep it right where it’ is. We’ll definitely be going back to our conversation, and soon.
FIFTEEN
Hendrix
Madden has me spinning. It was hard not to do something stupid, like spread my legs, encouraging him to sweep his hand higher up my thigh until it was right against my core.
In fact, I don’t even realize that Madden has ordered us each a fresh drink along with an appetizer. What that is exactly, I have no idea. I should stop this before it starts. “Hendrix, you going to pay attention, or are you going to stare at the scenery all night?” I gather my thoughts and move my leg, attempting to get Madden to drop his grasp on my body, unable to form a cognitive thought when his skin is pressed against mine. It’s why I was on the verge of hitting that promised land only he seems to create the last time. Which really sucks for me because try as I might to block this man from my every waking thought, it’s not happening.
“Or you could let me give you the money back, then this could be over and done with.” I grab the clutch that was under my arm when I walked into the restaurant, open the flap, and pull out the cash I placed inside. I’d usually never walk around with nearly a thousand dollars in my purse, ever, but I figured this would be the best way to repay Madden.
“Fucking stop, woman. Enjoy a night on my dime. Don’t need or want your money. It was a gift. My dog and I ruined a few of your outings, and your dog lost her virginity in front of a crowd.” Madden tries to muffle his laugh with his hand but isn’t doing a great job of it.
“That was horrifying. You can’t convince me otherwise.” I take the cash out of my bag, attempting to hand it to him.
“It might have been, but you have to admit it was funny, too. Put the money away. If you’re so damn adamant about it, I’ll take it after dinner.” I replace the money in my purse and close the clutch, not wanting it to disappear if it drops, and that’s when I notice Madden’s hand, fingers stroking my tattoo, pulling the dress higher up.
“It was funny, but what exactly do you think you’re doing?” I place my hand on top of his, attempting to stop him from traveling further north. The reason for stopping him is simple: this man makes me stupid, makes me forget our surroundings, completely, and when our eyes lock, his green to my brown, it’s like I’m in a different place or time. He doesn’t respond, not that it’s necessary, even with my hand on top of his. It’s me who moves him closer, it’s me spreading my legs wider, and it’s me who listens when Maddens commands quietly, “Close your eyes.” I have zero control. For every instance and purpose, I’m his submissive, so to speak, with the way his tone, his fingers, and there’s no doubt about it, his body would absolutely dominate me in bed.