tell, really.” He shrugged. “I travel the world with a film crew, get loads of bug bites, you know. The usual day at the office.”
Her musical laugh lit up the room. No doubt his father found her charming. “What do you do?”
“Nothing as interesting as you.” A cloud passed quickly over her face. “I was in college when I met your father, pre-law.”
A law clerk, no doubt. Just as his mother had been when she had an affair with his father.
“We married before I finished my first year of law school and Warren didn’t want me to finish. So I became a paralegal.”
The regret in her eyes tightened his chest. Made him despise his father even more. He’d hurt this woman, just as he had Alex’s mother. “But you said you two separated recently?”
She rubbed the base of her ring finger as he’d seen her do earlier. “Yeah, well I found out some stuff.” She shook her head and her thick, shiny hair swept over her shoulders and reflected the overhead light. “It’s not important now.”
“Let me guess. You found out he had an affair.” The shock on her face made him think he’d spoken too bluntly. “I’m sorry. Guy had a rep.”
Her shoulders sank and the booth seemed to swallow her.
He reached across the narrow table and took her hand. Her skin felt too cold. He squeezed it, hoping to warm it up. “Sometimes I have a big mouth. I think I got that from him.”
That won him a laugh, although her gaze remained downcast. He didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he stroked her soft skin. Her cheeks flushed pink and her smile widened. She didn’t seem in a hurry to take her hand back.
When their food arrived, he dived in, but Macy just picked at her fries.
“You should have told me. You prefer all the fancy stuff they had after the funeral.” He lifted her chin with a finger. “You’re just slumming here with me because you feel sorry for me.”
Another chuckle. “I’m not one of them. I don’t have to gorge myself on pricey delicacies. Guess I’m not as hungry as I thought.”
He gathered it had been a long time since she’d laughed. He liked her. A lot. And he wanted her.
What are you doing? She’s your father’s widow.
But he didn’t care. His cock strained against his pants. He slid out of the booth and sat next to her without uttering a word. This close he caught her scent. Reminded him of something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe orange blossoms.
He leaned in closer, brushed his lips across hers, then backed away, searching her eyes for permission. She licked the spot he’d kissed, parted her lips only a little. Enough.
He yearned to taste her, all of her. Threading his fingers through her hair, he covered her lips with his, gave her a slow, tender kiss. And she responded. Softened against him, touched her fingers to his cheek. Yeah. Her hair was just as silky as he’d imagined. And her tongue felt like velvet and tasted like cola.
Seconds later the waitress approached their table and Macy broke away. She cleared her throat like she was embarrassed when the woman set the check down and gave them a not-so-subtle frown. He wondered if the public display of affection bothered her, or maybe the black-white issue. Either way, he didn’t care. Not like the waitress’s opinion mattered.
He planned to have Macy. Screw his father. Maybe sleeping with Warren’s wife would make him feel like he’d finally managed to neutralize a fraction of the pain his father had inflicted upon him.
He glanced at the bill, set a twenty and a five on the table, then took Macy’s hand and stood up. “Let’s get out of here.”
She didn’t argue. Once they settled inside his rental car, he kissed her again. Not slow and tender this time, but hard, passionate, filled with need and the promise of more. He pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. She hiked up her skirt and slid over the bulge in his pants. He moaned into her mouth. She rocked against him, deliberately coaxing
Her musical laugh lit up the room. No doubt his father found her charming. “What do you do?”
“Nothing as interesting as you.” A cloud passed quickly over her face. “I was in college when I met your father, pre-law.”
A law clerk, no doubt. Just as his mother had been when she had an affair with his father.
“We married before I finished my first year of law school and Warren didn’t want me to finish. So I became a paralegal.”
The regret in her eyes tightened his chest. Made him despise his father even more. He’d hurt this woman, just as he had Alex’s mother. “But you said you two separated recently?”
She rubbed the base of her ring finger as he’d seen her do earlier. “Yeah, well I found out some stuff.” She shook her head and her thick, shiny hair swept over her shoulders and reflected the overhead light. “It’s not important now.”
“Let me guess. You found out he had an affair.” The shock on her face made him think he’d spoken too bluntly. “I’m sorry. Guy had a rep.”
Her shoulders sank and the booth seemed to swallow her.
He reached across the narrow table and took her hand. Her skin felt too cold. He squeezed it, hoping to warm it up. “Sometimes I have a big mouth. I think I got that from him.”
That won him a laugh, although her gaze remained downcast. He didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he stroked her soft skin. Her cheeks flushed pink and her smile widened. She didn’t seem in a hurry to take her hand back.
When their food arrived, he dived in, but Macy just picked at her fries.
“You should have told me. You prefer all the fancy stuff they had after the funeral.” He lifted her chin with a finger. “You’re just slumming here with me because you feel sorry for me.”
Another chuckle. “I’m not one of them. I don’t have to gorge myself on pricey delicacies. Guess I’m not as hungry as I thought.”
He gathered it had been a long time since she’d laughed. He liked her. A lot. And he wanted her.
What are you doing? She’s your father’s widow.
But he didn’t care. His cock strained against his pants. He slid out of the booth and sat next to her without uttering a word. This close he caught her scent. Reminded him of something, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe orange blossoms.
He leaned in closer, brushed his lips across hers, then backed away, searching her eyes for permission. She licked the spot he’d kissed, parted her lips only a little. Enough.
He yearned to taste her, all of her. Threading his fingers through her hair, he covered her lips with his, gave her a slow, tender kiss. And she responded. Softened against him, touched her fingers to his cheek. Yeah. Her hair was just as silky as he’d imagined. And her tongue felt like velvet and tasted like cola.
Seconds later the waitress approached their table and Macy broke away. She cleared her throat like she was embarrassed when the woman set the check down and gave them a not-so-subtle frown. He wondered if the public display of affection bothered her, or maybe the black-white issue. Either way, he didn’t care. Not like the waitress’s opinion mattered.
He planned to have Macy. Screw his father. Maybe sleeping with Warren’s wife would make him feel like he’d finally managed to neutralize a fraction of the pain his father had inflicted upon him.
He glanced at the bill, set a twenty and a five on the table, then took Macy’s hand and stood up. “Let’s get out of here.”
She didn’t argue. Once they settled inside his rental car, he kissed her again. Not slow and tender this time, but hard, passionate, filled with need and the promise of more. He pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. She hiked up her skirt and slid over the bulge in his pants. He moaned into her mouth. She rocked against him, deliberately coaxing
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