had reacted to any mention of him.
“Hey, why are you tense?” he asked, like we were already in a relationship. Like he could read my mind. “If you think I give a damn about Klaus… it isn’t that. He just doesn’t seem trustworthy from what I’ve heard.”
“What have you heard?” I turned to him. He did that thing again—two fingers wiped each side of his mouth.
“It might not be true.” He sighed. “Something my aunt said, is all.”
“All you people and your rumours… do you really want me to go cyber stalking for answers?”
He turned to me in the seat and entreated me with his eyes, “Please don’t go looking online, you might not like what you find. Better to live and learn the real way, yeah?”
He released one hand and I used this to stroke my finger over the back of his. Was it tiring for him having always lived in this kind of world? One where his life was just entertainment for some. A throwaway comment here or there about the guy with the massive inheritance was seemingly painful for him.
“Okay, I won’t go looking,” I agreed, reaching up to gently kiss a corner of his mouth.
He held my cheek and shut his eyes, whispering shakily, “Chloe.”
I wanted to drown in this man, have him peel me bare and let him do whatever he wanted to do to my body. Just the sight of his throat in a crisp, white shirt, brought to mind a bedroom scene in which I unpicked his buttons and got my first look at the body beneath the clothes. I felt so proud to be ‘on his arm’, even if it were only for that night.
He kept his eyes shut and murmured, “You make me wanna break all the rules… make me wanna invest in hosiery so you’re never without.” He gestured at my choice that evening, a pair stitched with pencil lines at the back and mock-garters that showed the further my skirt rode up. His large hand touched my thigh, his fingers just grazing the hem of my skirt. “Chloe, I wanna fuck all the rules… for you.”
I needed to sit on his cock and ride him until this insanity subsided. Somehow I knew it would only get worse after that!
“Get me drunk and we’ll see what happens,” I grinned sinfully.
I already felt the effects of that G&T.
“We’ll be screwed for work tomorrow,” he said, hopeful.
“Hmm. Yes.”
Chapter 9
EVEN BEFORE WE got to the Savoy, I knew I was slightly off my head. I think the liquor at Klaus’s place must have been overproof or something, I was so far gone even before the sommelier asked whether the Tempranillo was okay. Truth was, anything would have been okay. I couldn’t taste the difference right then.
While we ate our goat’s cheese starters, I noticed he looked uncomfortable. For some reason, not much about that meal was sexy, so far. So I started the convo off light.
“You know I don’t do dating…” I slurred my words a little, I hated to realise.
“No, neither do I—” He looked like he was going to elaborate, but cut himself off. He stuck a whole lettuce leaf in his mouth and olive oil dribbled down his chin. He swiped it away on his extra-large, white napkin before I got a chance to help him.
“What about an exception? What about—” I was trying to hint at us formally dating, when he started coughing violently on a piece of potato.
“You don’t seem to be at home here if you don’t mind me saying?”
The Simpson’s-in-the-Strand was like being on the Titanic, like nowhere I’d ever eaten before and truth be told, Klaus had taken me to a few sweet places. These kind of establishments didn’t seem to be to Cai’s taste. He was so young after all.
“I feel like I’m naked here,” he complained, “like I can’t do a thing without you noticing.”
“Don’t avoid the question, snapper boy.” I held out my knife toward him, enraging some elegant patrons nearby who clearly knew we were only in that place because of Jennifer. You may as well have sewn the Matthews name into the
“Hey, why are you tense?” he asked, like we were already in a relationship. Like he could read my mind. “If you think I give a damn about Klaus… it isn’t that. He just doesn’t seem trustworthy from what I’ve heard.”
“What have you heard?” I turned to him. He did that thing again—two fingers wiped each side of his mouth.
“It might not be true.” He sighed. “Something my aunt said, is all.”
“All you people and your rumours… do you really want me to go cyber stalking for answers?”
He turned to me in the seat and entreated me with his eyes, “Please don’t go looking online, you might not like what you find. Better to live and learn the real way, yeah?”
He released one hand and I used this to stroke my finger over the back of his. Was it tiring for him having always lived in this kind of world? One where his life was just entertainment for some. A throwaway comment here or there about the guy with the massive inheritance was seemingly painful for him.
“Okay, I won’t go looking,” I agreed, reaching up to gently kiss a corner of his mouth.
He held my cheek and shut his eyes, whispering shakily, “Chloe.”
I wanted to drown in this man, have him peel me bare and let him do whatever he wanted to do to my body. Just the sight of his throat in a crisp, white shirt, brought to mind a bedroom scene in which I unpicked his buttons and got my first look at the body beneath the clothes. I felt so proud to be ‘on his arm’, even if it were only for that night.
He kept his eyes shut and murmured, “You make me wanna break all the rules… make me wanna invest in hosiery so you’re never without.” He gestured at my choice that evening, a pair stitched with pencil lines at the back and mock-garters that showed the further my skirt rode up. His large hand touched my thigh, his fingers just grazing the hem of my skirt. “Chloe, I wanna fuck all the rules… for you.”
I needed to sit on his cock and ride him until this insanity subsided. Somehow I knew it would only get worse after that!
“Get me drunk and we’ll see what happens,” I grinned sinfully.
I already felt the effects of that G&T.
“We’ll be screwed for work tomorrow,” he said, hopeful.
“Hmm. Yes.”
Chapter 9
EVEN BEFORE WE got to the Savoy, I knew I was slightly off my head. I think the liquor at Klaus’s place must have been overproof or something, I was so far gone even before the sommelier asked whether the Tempranillo was okay. Truth was, anything would have been okay. I couldn’t taste the difference right then.
While we ate our goat’s cheese starters, I noticed he looked uncomfortable. For some reason, not much about that meal was sexy, so far. So I started the convo off light.
“You know I don’t do dating…” I slurred my words a little, I hated to realise.
“No, neither do I—” He looked like he was going to elaborate, but cut himself off. He stuck a whole lettuce leaf in his mouth and olive oil dribbled down his chin. He swiped it away on his extra-large, white napkin before I got a chance to help him.
“What about an exception? What about—” I was trying to hint at us formally dating, when he started coughing violently on a piece of potato.
“You don’t seem to be at home here if you don’t mind me saying?”
The Simpson’s-in-the-Strand was like being on the Titanic, like nowhere I’d ever eaten before and truth be told, Klaus had taken me to a few sweet places. These kind of establishments didn’t seem to be to Cai’s taste. He was so young after all.
“I feel like I’m naked here,” he complained, “like I can’t do a thing without you noticing.”
“Don’t avoid the question, snapper boy.” I held out my knife toward him, enraging some elegant patrons nearby who clearly knew we were only in that place because of Jennifer. You may as well have sewn the Matthews name into the
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