with an early afternoon tea somewhere that I was also toying with, so surely I couldn’t really go wrong now.
‘Now that’s sorted let’s get one final drink in here and then head home.’ Nathan said, signalling the waiter for a refill of his beer and my Cosmopolitan. Crikey, with this much afternoon drinking it was no wonder I was suddenly feeling a bit warm and sleepy. As I tried to fight off another yawn Nathan tapped something out on his phone and then checked his watch with a small nod. ‘Tired?’ he asked with a frown, apparently having seen my attempt at a hidden yawn despite being on his phone.
Nodding, I smiled back, ‘A little. Two cocktails with lunch will do that though.’ I joked as the waiter arrived with my third drink on a tray, much to my delight.
The waiter left us in peace and over the next few minutes I gradually felt Nathan begin to tense up beside me. Taking a sip of my drink I turned to him and saw him observing me over the rim of his bottle with narrowed eyes. Shifting slightly on his seat at being caught he rolled off his shoulders and proceeded to fiddle with a beer mat on the table. Talk about tell-tale signs of discomfort! Nathan was usually so calm and poised that with him shifting and fiddling constantly like this it was screamingly obvious that something was on his mind.
‘What’s up?’ I asked, reconnecting our hand hold and finding his fingers stiff within my grasp, which instantly made me feel nervy.
‘Nothing,’ he murmured, still avoiding eye contact and still barely returning my grip, which only added to my anxiousness. Giving his hand a firm squeeze until it surely must have been verging on painful I finally got a reaction when Nathan huffed out a breath and looked up at me. ‘OK, OK …’ Pulling in a deep breath through his nose Nathan blinked several times as he stared at me, his heavy lidded gaze travelling all around my face until it settled on my eyes again.
‘I’m a little uncomfortable with the idea of you going out clubbing with a group of girls,’ he suddenly confessed, his face an almost impassive mask that was impossible to read. Was he being serious? I really had no idea, so frowning I tilted my head and said the first thing that sprung to my mind.
‘Don’t you trust me?’
This time Nathan’s exhalation wasn’t smooth or controlled. Instead he huffed out a breath, puffing his cheeks as he did so, and lowering his brows into a frown that matched my own. ‘I trust you, Stella. I just don’t trust all the pricks who will be trying it on with you all fucking night.’ His growing agitation was clear, but I wasn’t really sure how to deal with it because what he was saying was just ridiculous.
‘You’re not my keeper, Nathan. As it is I hardly ever go out without you. Besides, even if every man in the club tried it on with me they wouldn’t have any luck because it’s you that I’m committed to,’ I told him simply, meaning every single word. He might have his oddities, but Nathan was it for me. No man had ever made me feel the way he did, and the fact they we were a perfect match in the bedroom too just added to our amazing compatibility. I couldn’t believe he would doubt me like this.
I watched as Nathan remained in his dark place, his frown deepening as his mind obviously dwelled on unrealistic images, no doubt containing me surrounded by packs of rabid men with their hands all over my body. ‘If you were my sub I’d simply tell you not to go,’ he muttered petulantly, but his words shocked me into almost dropping my drink.
A horrible chill descended upon me, instantly cooling the hot flush that I’d been experiencing earlier. ‘Is that what you want?’ I asked in a ghost of a whisper, ‘To order me around? To go back to how your life used to be?’ My trembling hand managed to place my drink down before gripping the table to steady myself. He’d made such progress lately, surely he couldn’t want it to go back to the days
‘Now that’s sorted let’s get one final drink in here and then head home.’ Nathan said, signalling the waiter for a refill of his beer and my Cosmopolitan. Crikey, with this much afternoon drinking it was no wonder I was suddenly feeling a bit warm and sleepy. As I tried to fight off another yawn Nathan tapped something out on his phone and then checked his watch with a small nod. ‘Tired?’ he asked with a frown, apparently having seen my attempt at a hidden yawn despite being on his phone.
Nodding, I smiled back, ‘A little. Two cocktails with lunch will do that though.’ I joked as the waiter arrived with my third drink on a tray, much to my delight.
The waiter left us in peace and over the next few minutes I gradually felt Nathan begin to tense up beside me. Taking a sip of my drink I turned to him and saw him observing me over the rim of his bottle with narrowed eyes. Shifting slightly on his seat at being caught he rolled off his shoulders and proceeded to fiddle with a beer mat on the table. Talk about tell-tale signs of discomfort! Nathan was usually so calm and poised that with him shifting and fiddling constantly like this it was screamingly obvious that something was on his mind.
‘What’s up?’ I asked, reconnecting our hand hold and finding his fingers stiff within my grasp, which instantly made me feel nervy.
‘Nothing,’ he murmured, still avoiding eye contact and still barely returning my grip, which only added to my anxiousness. Giving his hand a firm squeeze until it surely must have been verging on painful I finally got a reaction when Nathan huffed out a breath and looked up at me. ‘OK, OK …’ Pulling in a deep breath through his nose Nathan blinked several times as he stared at me, his heavy lidded gaze travelling all around my face until it settled on my eyes again.
‘I’m a little uncomfortable with the idea of you going out clubbing with a group of girls,’ he suddenly confessed, his face an almost impassive mask that was impossible to read. Was he being serious? I really had no idea, so frowning I tilted my head and said the first thing that sprung to my mind.
‘Don’t you trust me?’
This time Nathan’s exhalation wasn’t smooth or controlled. Instead he huffed out a breath, puffing his cheeks as he did so, and lowering his brows into a frown that matched my own. ‘I trust you, Stella. I just don’t trust all the pricks who will be trying it on with you all fucking night.’ His growing agitation was clear, but I wasn’t really sure how to deal with it because what he was saying was just ridiculous.
‘You’re not my keeper, Nathan. As it is I hardly ever go out without you. Besides, even if every man in the club tried it on with me they wouldn’t have any luck because it’s you that I’m committed to,’ I told him simply, meaning every single word. He might have his oddities, but Nathan was it for me. No man had ever made me feel the way he did, and the fact they we were a perfect match in the bedroom too just added to our amazing compatibility. I couldn’t believe he would doubt me like this.
I watched as Nathan remained in his dark place, his frown deepening as his mind obviously dwelled on unrealistic images, no doubt containing me surrounded by packs of rabid men with their hands all over my body. ‘If you were my sub I’d simply tell you not to go,’ he muttered petulantly, but his words shocked me into almost dropping my drink.
A horrible chill descended upon me, instantly cooling the hot flush that I’d been experiencing earlier. ‘Is that what you want?’ I asked in a ghost of a whisper, ‘To order me around? To go back to how your life used to be?’ My trembling hand managed to place my drink down before gripping the table to steady myself. He’d made such progress lately, surely he couldn’t want it to go back to the days
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