The way Lee says her friend’s name comes out weird.
I look over to Elliott, my brows furrowing.
“He was just being agentleman.Right, Kam?”
She lets a nickname for me slip off her full lips, as if she has been calling me that for years. It makes my whole body light up.
Her eyes plead for me to agree, to go along with her story. The way her voice begs has me questioning just how far I can push her. To hear her plead for more than just my silence. I will go along with whatever she is going to tell her friend nonetheless. But now, I have that image of her on the floor in front of me, begging for more than just my silence.
My cock twitches as I give her a polite smile, suppressing the dirty thoughts flashing in my head.
“Always a gentleman.” I nod to Lee, who is looking at us with skeptical eyes.
“I’ll go along with this blatant lie. Because I love you.” She jabs her pointer finger at Elliott. “Now, come on. You’ll miss my next song.” She grabs Elliott’s hand and then mine, tugging us back to the table.
Our cups are still on the table as Elliott sits back in her chair. Before she can grab it, I snatch them up. “I’ll get us fresh ones.” I shoot her a wink, and she smiles back at me.
I don’t trust a damn person in this bar to not have put something in her drink. I would rather pay for a million drinks than risk that.
After getting fresh drinks, I join Elliott back at the table. She starts talking about her friend before Lee takes the stage.She gives her friend an encouraging thumbs-up and round of applause.
Elliott doesn’t seem bothered by the constant attention her friend needs. Lee is a nice girl, but the neediness would kill me slowly.
I try to ask her more questions about herself, but she seems reluctant. I know she likes purple but not lavender or lilac. No, she likes deep, dark purples. She compared them to the midnight skies. She also said that her top-tier ice cream flavor is rocky road, which I had to argue with her about because nothing tops buttered pecan. She was highly offended by the comparison.
Her face makes this cute little scrunched-up look like she ate something sour. We did agree on the best gummy bear flavor, though, which is, of course, the green one. No one would ever convince me otherwise. She looks so cute when she talks about things that bring her joy.
I want to keep dragging these moments out of her. But other than small talk, it’s a challenge. Maybe she is being shy, which I don’t think is the case, with how confident and forward she is in all other areas. It feels like the other parts of her are ones she chooses to keep hidden.
“Changing bars doesn’t mean I won’t find you, Kam.”
Marcus’s voice hits me before his hand on my shoulder.
I turn, giving him a wide grin. “Well, well, well... hello there, Flores.”
His face stays blank.
“You need to come back. There has been a development on the...”
He looks over to Elliott, staring a bit longer than I expected. Her cheeks turn a blush-pink, and my heart rate picks up.
I look back to Marcus, who flutters his eyelids as he notices me watching him. I can’t help but smile.
“The project.” He looks away from Elliott with an annoyed expression.
What is he mad about now? Jeez. I thought he had a moment of lust for her, not annoyance.
Marcus Flores is a different breed.
I sigh, dragging my hand down my face. “Looks like duty calls, gorgeous.” I stand, taking her hand in mine and kissing the top.
Her eyes burrow into mine as I touch her hand to my lips.
Not waiting another second, I pull her hand closer to me, causing her to jolt forward, and I capture her lips with mine. I inhale her sweet vanilla scent, savoring it as I deepen the kiss.
When I break away from her, she looks more relaxed. A lustful grin spreads across her face. She pulls her bottom lip into her teeth, looking like she wants more. I want nothing more than to give it to her, but Marcus would beat my ass if I made him wait any longer—well, he would try to, at least.
Her eyes leave mine for a split second over my shoulder, and her face falls serious. I look behind me, where Marcus is standing with flared nostrils and balled up fists.
