“What’s this all about?” I ask as she unfastens my cufflinks and starts rolling up my sleeves to my elbows.
“I want you to look more casual for this one. Having your suit a little deconstructed is sexy and appealing.” With my cufflinks in her palm, she slips her hand into my pocket to deposit them. In doing so, her fingers tease close to my dick, breathing life into it.
I snag her wrist and hold her hand in place. “You think I’m sexy and appealing?”
She looks up at me below her long, dark eyelashes. “Everyone who’s seen you thinks that.”
“Including you.”
She pulls her wrist out of my grasp. “What I think is irrelevant unless it’s related to getting this concert off the ground.”
I smirk at her while slipping my hands in my pockets and adjusting my cock so it’ll calm down. She notices.
“I’d personally love to hear what you’re thinking, Ava. Especially right now.” Her eyes are still glued to my trousers, and I give my hips a single, quick thrust, just to see if I can get a rise out of her.
She snaps her gaze to mine and clears her throat. “Just do the same quick spiel,” she says, backing up and raising her phone to the level of her face.
I give her a bored sigh before plastering on my public face.
She counts me off and then points to me.
“Hey folks, Lucky De Luca here, reminding all of you that you’ve only got a week left to snag your tickets to my first virtual concert.” I wink at the camera. “Don’t disappoint me now, guys and dolls.”
Ava lowers the phone and smiles politely. “Thanks.”
She turns on the ball of her foot to leave, and I meander back to the table to pick up the joint. “Ava, stay here. Come back really quick.”
She pauses, hesitates, and then finally turns around. “What’s going on?”
I hold out the joint to her. “Share this with me.”
She eyes the joint skeptically. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”
“Not if it’smedical.” I wave the joint through the air. “I got a prescription. It’s for my PTSD.”
Her face blanches with a somber expression. “PTSD from what?”
“Share this with me, and maybe I’ll tell ya about it.”
She doesn’t make a move just yet.
“Come on, Ava doll. Let’s be friends. Hang out with me.”
She finally approaches me and takes the joint from me. “We’re gonna be friends?”
“What, you don’t wanna be my friend?”
“I think friends like you would be problematic.” Standing close to me, she places the joint between her lips and takes a drag, her eyes glued on mine.
“I’m not problematic. You’ve got problematic tendencies that my Jazz Manor brings out in you.” I take the joint from her and point at her with it. “And they wouldn’t be problematic if you would just embrace them.”
“I think too much alcohol was to blame for that. Alcohol doesn’t always bring out a person’s true self. A lot of times, it dredges up all their darkest tendencies and makes them act on them in a way they wouldn’t otherwise.”
“You think?” I take a drag and then offer the joint to her again. “How ‘bout Mary J.? You gonna get wild with me up on this rooftop?”
“No.” She takes a drag, holds it in for a second, and then blows the smoke in my face. “Marijuana has never caused me to do anything remotely crazy.” She pauses and smirks. “Especially not spying on a threesome and then hooking up with a stranger.”
The ethereal lightness from the cannabis finally descends upon me, and I chuckle at her candidness. She laughs with me, her eyes now slightly hooded, and I can tell she’s already feeling it, too.
