something? He smirks and pulls me
in front of him, pressing his chest against my back. And then I feel why it’s
embarrassing for him.
I giggle and press back, grinding against
him and clenching my jaw as the urge to drag him to my room doubles. His hand
grips my hip, and he moans quietly in my ear. I really do love this dress.
“Behave,” he growls breathlessly, rubbing
his thumb over my hip. See it is stuff like that which confuses me. Our little
rub down was instigated by him, even though just this morning he was telling me
we have to keep our relationship professional and friendly.
Aden walks behind me until he sits down,
and I have successfully resisted the urge to jump away from him and let
everyone see how much he loves my dress. It was very hard, in more ways than
one.
Isabel has been, conveniently, place beside
Aden at the table, with me opposite. It seems the wedding is all planned, even
if Aden doesn’t know a thing about it. I wonder if they’d back off if I tell
them I’ve slept with him? I know I can’t, well shouldn’t, but I would love to
see the reaction.
How would I even word it; ‘hey everyone,
Isabel can’t marry Aden because he’s spent most of our working days between my
legs’. I giggle to myself as I picture the silence falling over the room and
the frozen look of shock that would undoubtedly be on Mum’s face.
Everyone stops their conversation to at me.
I look up, smiling innocently. Great now I look like I belong in an asylum.
Mum’s face is hard, lips purse, telling me to stop now. Bet she’s glad she made
me attend tonight. Aden smirks at me before Isabel talks at him again. Once
again she has his full attention, and I want to throw my tiny piece of orange
duck at her.
Aden nods along with Isabel, but I can see
his eyes glaze over. It gives me more satisfaction than it should to see how
bored he is. Isabel is never herself around men. Everything she says or asks is
what she thinks they want to hear. She interviews them and then spends the rest
of the time talking about their job. Who wants to talk about work when they’re
not there? When she marries someone – not Aden – they’re not going
to have a clue who each other really is.
Aden smiles politely at something she’s
said and scratches the back of his neck. Damn that’s sexy when he does that. I
groan internally. This is going to be a long night, and that little
incident with him earlier is not helping.
Richard suddenly leaves the conversation
with his wife and my parents and turns to Aden, asking about the business trip
to Dublin. All right so he’s the type of person that wants to talk about work
when they’re not there. I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to it anymore.
What’s the point in going if it really is all going to be about the work? I
mean I know that’s the point of a business trip, but I thought I’d get to spend
some time with Aden. Naked time. I want my naked time!
Finally the most boring, long and awkward
dinner finishes and it’s time for post-dinner drinks. Not long now and I can
escape to my room. I’m tired; my headache’s returned and I’m very close to
throwing my drink at Isabel and Aden. If she brushes her arm against his again,
my wine is going in her face.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Aden
asks. The sexy smirk is back, and his eyes are shining in amusement again. Of
course, he’s sitting next to Isabel and his parents on the sofa. My parents are
opposite, and I’m facing them both on the lonely chair.
I shrug and reply, “Becoming a lesbian.”
Aden’s eyes widen at the same time Mum actually spits her drink out. Little
droplets of Margarita fly through the air, landing on the fluffy white carpet.
It’s times like this I wish I were one of those annoying camera fanatics.
“Amelie,” she hisses. Aden’s parents sit
still as statues with matching eyes and mouth wide-open expressions. Mum’s
veins are practically popping out of her neck, and Isabel
in front of him, pressing his chest against my back. And then I feel why it’s
embarrassing for him.
I giggle and press back, grinding against
him and clenching my jaw as the urge to drag him to my room doubles. His hand
grips my hip, and he moans quietly in my ear. I really do love this dress.
“Behave,” he growls breathlessly, rubbing
his thumb over my hip. See it is stuff like that which confuses me. Our little
rub down was instigated by him, even though just this morning he was telling me
we have to keep our relationship professional and friendly.
Aden walks behind me until he sits down,
and I have successfully resisted the urge to jump away from him and let
everyone see how much he loves my dress. It was very hard, in more ways than
one.
Isabel has been, conveniently, place beside
Aden at the table, with me opposite. It seems the wedding is all planned, even
if Aden doesn’t know a thing about it. I wonder if they’d back off if I tell
them I’ve slept with him? I know I can’t, well shouldn’t, but I would love to
see the reaction.
How would I even word it; ‘hey everyone,
Isabel can’t marry Aden because he’s spent most of our working days between my
legs’. I giggle to myself as I picture the silence falling over the room and
the frozen look of shock that would undoubtedly be on Mum’s face.
Everyone stops their conversation to at me.
I look up, smiling innocently. Great now I look like I belong in an asylum.
Mum’s face is hard, lips purse, telling me to stop now. Bet she’s glad she made
me attend tonight. Aden smirks at me before Isabel talks at him again. Once
again she has his full attention, and I want to throw my tiny piece of orange
duck at her.
Aden nods along with Isabel, but I can see
his eyes glaze over. It gives me more satisfaction than it should to see how
bored he is. Isabel is never herself around men. Everything she says or asks is
what she thinks they want to hear. She interviews them and then spends the rest
of the time talking about their job. Who wants to talk about work when they’re
not there? When she marries someone – not Aden – they’re not going
to have a clue who each other really is.
Aden smiles politely at something she’s
said and scratches the back of his neck. Damn that’s sexy when he does that. I
groan internally. This is going to be a long night, and that little
incident with him earlier is not helping.
Richard suddenly leaves the conversation
with his wife and my parents and turns to Aden, asking about the business trip
to Dublin. All right so he’s the type of person that wants to talk about work
when they’re not there. I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to it anymore.
What’s the point in going if it really is all going to be about the work? I
mean I know that’s the point of a business trip, but I thought I’d get to spend
some time with Aden. Naked time. I want my naked time!
Finally the most boring, long and awkward
dinner finishes and it’s time for post-dinner drinks. Not long now and I can
escape to my room. I’m tired; my headache’s returned and I’m very close to
throwing my drink at Isabel and Aden. If she brushes her arm against his again,
my wine is going in her face.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Aden
asks. The sexy smirk is back, and his eyes are shining in amusement again. Of
course, he’s sitting next to Isabel and his parents on the sofa. My parents are
opposite, and I’m facing them both on the lonely chair.
I shrug and reply, “Becoming a lesbian.”
Aden’s eyes widen at the same time Mum actually spits her drink out. Little
droplets of Margarita fly through the air, landing on the fluffy white carpet.
It’s times like this I wish I were one of those annoying camera fanatics.
“Amelie,” she hisses. Aden’s parents sit
still as statues with matching eyes and mouth wide-open expressions. Mum’s
veins are practically popping out of her neck, and Isabel
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