Page 24 of SNOB

My eyes stay on her ass as it sways back and forth beneath that blazer. And while her very presence makes her stand out in The Hill, no one here has curves like that. Her frame is impossible to ignore, but deadly, like a siren’s song.

She’s angrier when making my drink this time. I can tell by how she slams the bottles back in place and how she pours way more than a double into a glass. Her steps are more ferocious when she walks back to the table, Hannah cackling with her friends beside me.

“Here.” Another glass slams on our table.

“Again.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“You really want to know what you look like?” Her hands slam on the table, her face coming close enough to mine to smell the mint off her breath. Someone clears their throat from across the room and something tells me that's meant for Ember from Charlotte.

There’s just one thing, Charlotte. This battle is mine.

Leaning in further, my lips hang an inch from hers. “Let me tell you what you’ll look like if you don’t make me another.” My voice lowers but it booms enough for her to hear. “A wet, blubbering mess. I’ll have your face drenched with spit, tears and my cum while you gasp for air, but I won’t give it to you.” Moving my lips away from hers, they graze her ears. “I won’t stop until you beg me to, but you can’t with the onslaught of me so deep in your throat I’ll ruin your vocal cords.”

“You’re fucking sick,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“So are you, because something tells me you’ll like that,” I push. “Want to prove me wrong?”

“Ahem!” Charlotte clears her throat again.

Ember straightens up, gracing me with a fiery glare as something shifts in my pants.

Give in.

“Chop, chop,” Hannah teases before Ember moves back to the bar with her fists clenched.

She’s losing patience.

“Make it three,” I call. “In case you fuck it up again.”

She stops in her path and I wonder if she’ll throw in the towel right here before Beau beckons her to the bar. I’ll have to do something about him. Later.

Hannah asks me about one of my father’s events but I don’t answer. My eyes stay on Ember and this time, she’s a little more attentive as Beau directs her from the sidelines again. When she’s back, she places the tray of three drinks without a word. Then she starts to walk away.

“Ah, ah. Not so fast,” I call her back, crooking my finger. “I want you to watch.”

She looks over her shoulder. “I’m not making that again.”

“Let’s hope not, but I don’t think you have much choice, you see, I’m in charge here or haven’t you noticed?” She doesn’t move as I raise a hand, calling to Charlotte. “I’ll let your boss remind you.”

She stomps over to our table, a fire roaring through me when she grabs my hand, pulling it down. “You already took everything from me and now you want to take my job?”

“Touch me again, and I’ll remind you what taking away everything from you means.”

“Am I missing something?” Hannah leans over.

Neither of us responds as my hand wraps around the first glass. We’re back to our staring war as I swirl the contents around, ice cubes clinking. Ember watches as I pull the glass to my nose. The mix of whiskey and bitter orange takes over, releasing me from the intense smell of her.

Placing the glass on the stone, her shoulders fall, the tension in her face softening.

With the tip of my finger, I knock the glass over.

It splashes across the table and onto the wooden floor. Some lands on her face, her shoulders rising right back to her ears.

“Strike one,” I say as her lips curl. She glances at Charlotte still watching her. She’s trapped and I smirk as I grab the next one. “Strike Two?” I cock a brow, pulling the drink to my lips before taking a long sip. Bitter sweetness flows over my tongue before I nod, her face softening again.

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