Lexa
“I’ve been waiting for THIS ever since I read my first Fairy Tale.” @Kavon #HappyEndings #AndTheDishRanAwayWithTheSpoon
What an arrogant asshole. James actually had the audacity to lead the way to where Mandy and Evan were sitting, waiting for us.
“Thanks so much for the invite Evan, I think I will join you all for dinner,” he said, pulling over a vacant chair and plopping his pompous ass into it. I folded my arms across my chest angrily. This couldn’t be happening.
Mandy choked on her drink and glared at him. “What?” she said, coughing and gasping, “Really?”
James gave her a wink. Ugh, I hoped his eyeballs popped out of their sockets.
She shook her head and raised her drink back up. She nodded her chin approvingly at him. “This is going to be fun.”
Spencer—who as soon as he heard was about to share a meal with the demi-god of Holt Media, acted like a complete schoolgirl in front of him. Spencer just left me standing at the table as he pulled out a seat for himself next to James and sat down, shooting hundreds of questions at him like speeding bullets.
“I read in Publisher’s Spot that Holt Media just bought into Lifestyles Production Company…” Spencer said excitedly. Did no one see how uncomfortable I was? It was like I turned completely invisible.
The only other empty seat was on the other side of James, in the corner.
I huffed loudly, stomped around the table, and collapsed into the chair.
Spencer continued to fire questions at James.
James immediately slid his hand under the table and onto my knee.
I kicked him.
He gripped my knee tighter.
I dropped my hands on his and tried to twist his thumb off.
He chuckled.
Spencer still talked.
Evan and Mandy ignored everyone else and played an intense game of tonsil hockey.
James shifted his hand up over my knee and under the hem of my skirt, digging the pads of his fingertips into my lower thighs.
Was he crazy? A burst of heat erupted along my collarbone. I slid a bit down in the chair to try to shake his hand off me, but to no avail. My mouth instantly dried and my throat felt parched. I grabbed a bottle of water that was on the table, not even asking whose it was, then opened it and gulped.
James’s hand slid further up my thigh and began softly massaging my skin. I squeaked out a gasp—again, nobody seemed to notice.
His fingers crept up higher. They had to be feeling the heat between my legs. Any higher and that stupid, cocky man would find out how wet he was making me. I leaned my elbows on the table and hung my head in my hands, grasping hard at the roots of my hair. The urge to spread my legs wide and feel him touch me again was unbearable. On the few dates Spencer and I had, we hadn’t gotten physical yet. Honestly, I just wasn’t feeling that way about him. He was far from being anything like James. I guess that was the reason I had agreed to go out to dinner with him. But right then, sitting so close to James with his hand between my thighs under the table, I found myself so totally turned on I could have gotten off right in front of everyone.
I clamped my knees together and tensed my legs, forcing them to stay shut. What was wrong with me? How could I possibly let him make me feel like this? I started sweating. Everyone around the table was involved in some sort of discussion about the publishing world and I was trying desperately not to have an orgasm.
That’s when the tips of his fingers reached higher and slid over the bottom of my panties. The moment his fingers felt the state of the material, his head snapped in my direction. “Lex…”
I jumped up, slamming my bag down on the table and tried to flatten my skirt down at the same time. “Excuse me,” I stammered, “I have to use the restroom.”
“I’ll walk you,” James said.
“No. You stay here,” I whisper-yelled.
He leaned in close to me. The smell of his shirt made my head spin. “No chance. You’ll climb out the bathroom window before you let me talk to you,” he murmured.
“Stay here. Please,” I hissed, walking away from him.
I shifted through the crowds of people at the bar, everyone waiting patiently for a table for dinner in the back, just like us. But even though the place was packed with people, I still felt him right behind me. The memories of us together pressed against my back like a living, breathing thing. From the weight of his body on mine to the way his hands roamed every inch of my body, had me tripping over my own feet. My face flushed from the images in my head. Shivers and sparks of heat slowly crawled up my spine as I tried to move faster through the sea of bodies.
“Lex,” he whispered as I stepped out of the throng of people and into a dimly lit hallway, hesitating briefly. A lone person stood at the end talking in low murmurs into her cell phone. She rolled her eyes and faced the wall when she saw me, not once stopping her conversation. Ignoring her, I reached for the handle of the bathroom door.
“Lex. You can’t hide from me in there. I’ll just follow you in,” his voice said behind me.
I forced myself not to look in the shadows behind me as I swung the door open and stepped inside. But his presence seemed to pulse around me, edging closer, surrounding me. If I wasn’t careful, it would consume me.
“Lex, turn around,” he said, tugging at my waist. But I pulled away and walked to the sink, putting my hands down flat against the cool tile of the counter.
“Get out. I need to pee and get back to my date,” I said, lifting my eyes to the mirror to meet his.
He reached for the doorknob and just when I thought he was going to pull it open to leave, he turned the lock instead. A bolt of electric heat surged through my body.
“You are the biggest Alpha-hole in the world. Just leave me alone,” I said a little breathlessly.
His eyebrows arched up comically. “Alpha-hole?”
“What do you want, Holt?” I asked, glaring at his reflection.
He took a step closer and slowly reached up and swept my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. His gaze roamed over my skin; I watched it in the mirror as it traveled over me slowly. My hands clenched into fists. Every muscle in my body tensed with hurt, with anger, but most of all, with pathetic goddamn stupid hope.
His lips parted slightly and touched down along the curve of my neck. They tenderly grazed up to right under my ear, making me shudder. “I missed you.”
I clenched my fists tighter, trying desperately to remain calm and composed, but the increasing rise and fall of my chest was every indication I was not. “I’m on a date, Holt.”
“Leave with me,” he whispered into my ear.
“Are you stupid? Are you deaf? Blind?” I ground out. “I haven’t seen you in a month. You come back for a little visit and what? You’re horny? You see me and bam; you think I’ll just fuck you again. No, Holt.” I shoved my shoulder back, trying to knock him away, but he reached around me, putting his hands on the counter on both sides of me and trapping me between his hard, muscular chest and the sink.
I hung my head down and shook it back and forth, “Just let me move on, James. What we had was so…amazing. I will always remember the way you made me feel.” I tilted my face up to look at his reflection again. “But let’s leave it there, as a good memory.”
His eyes darkened. “Is that what you really want? Tell me what you really want, Lex.”
I swallowed hard and stared at him—my heart pounded in my chest hard and fast.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Just say it. Say what you want.”