He gave me a wink and starting backing up. There was a couple in the restaurant dining alfresco and they were watching us. I realized the guy was the driver who had taken me home the first night, when I left the bar with Cain.
He was watching us with naked curiosity. The woman with clear astonishment.
Cain shook his head, giving a dangerous laugh. “What? You have something to say, Brian?”
I didn’t wait to hear where it went. I quickly walked down the path to the front door of the hotel. Needing to run. To be away from his influence. His temptation.
But that night I touched myself until I shattered, Cain’s face on my phone screen, inches from mine. “That’s it, Red,” he said. “So fucking sexy.”
I felt wild, like Little Red Riding Hood must have when she burst forth from the wolf’s belly. Triumphant, adrenaline on high, my skin alive.
I imagined this was how Cain felt about alcohol. He had to have it.
I had to have him.