Page 31 of Vesper Martinis

Halfway through a conversation about the new renovations that Mom is having done on her house, Wesley says that he has to go to the bathroom, and I join him. Feeling this need to talk to him alone for a second.

Someone exits the bathroom just as we enter, leaving no one except Wesley and me. We go to the bathroom in silence, and it’s only when we’re done that we start talking.

“Hey.” I nod at him as I stand next to him at the sink.

“Hey,” Wesley says with a smile.

“How’s dinner?” I ask him, feeling almost naughty. Like I’m sneaking a kiss with the quarterback behind the bleachers before the game.

“Not bad. It’s not as good as the restaurant down the street, but I’m not mad about it.”

After turning off the water, I take one of the paper towels and start drying my hands.

“That’s good. How’s Minnie?”

He chuckles. “Pretty good. She’s still alive from telling you my secret.”

I chuckle as I lean against the wall next to the sink and toss the paper towel into the trash.

“Well, if it means anything to you. It’s nice to know that you don’t hate me.”

He turns to me with a soft look in his eyes.

“I never hated you,” he says quietly. “I was a little mad. Understandably. But I also knew the game. It just would’ve been nice if you hadn’t lied.”

I tug at the back of my neck. “Yeah. Again, I’m sorry about that.”

He shakes his head as he dries his hands. “Don’t worry about it. I think it was clear in my bedroom that I’ve forgiven you.”

I look down at the floor before looking back at him.

“I’m glad. However, if you ever want me to make it up to you some more… I’m open.”

Wesley smiles, locking his hands behind him as he walks the few steps to me, his scent invading my nose, almost making me moan. “Well, if you ever want to offer to make it up to me. I’m open as well.”

As Wesley goes to leave, he cups my ass, making me clench as he whispers in my ear, “I’m real nice and open. Willing to be filled by whatever you have for me.”

Fuck me.

Someone’s flirty tonight.

We exit the bathroom, but before we head back to the table, I pull Wesley to the side and say, “Listen, I just want to say that I appreciate what you said during dinner. I don’t know if that’s easy to talk about, but regardless, I admire you telling us your story.”

Wesley shrugs. “Thanks. I figured since your mom casually brought it up, I was safe. And I know Minnie wasn’t going to judge, and you sure as shit shouldn’t, so I didn’t mind. Also, I felt like since I got to know something about you, I’d reciprocate. Not like because I owe you, but… I don’t know. I wanted to say something to show you that I appreciate letting your mom talk about it.”

“No problem.” I clap him on the back, then head to our table, where dessert is waiting for us.

“I hope you don’t mind. We ordered a bunch of desserts,” Minnie says.

I sit down in front of a smorgasbord of treats. There are a couple of different kinds of chocolate cakes, tiramisu, ice cream, and a bunch of random stuff I don’t recognize.

I look over at Wesley, who decides to try some sort of round, white chocolate ball with a drizzle of chocolate around it. He didn’t expect white cream to ooze out when he bit into it. He gives me a look before his tongue darts out, and I hold my breath as he drags it over his lips, taking the cream into his mouth.

Fuck. Me.

“Good, huh?” I say, winking.

He nods as he gives me the plate.

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