Page 55 of A Constant Reminder

Slowly, we made our way through the mingling people to our table near the stage. A few individuals stopped us to say hello, mainly people acquainted with my parents. We would exchange pleasantries, and I’d introduce them to Sam before going our separate ways.

My beautiful date was still noticeably nervous but was still polite to everyone we came upon. After a few encounters, I guided her the rest of the way to our table avoiding any more conversations.

But the second she saw my family sitting at the table, her whole body stiffened.

I wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the fact that my mother would also be attending this particular event, and the glare Sam shot me showed me exactly how much I’d pay for my omission later.

Before we took a seat, both my father and Tess came to give us hugs.

Despite my father’s welcoming nature, my mother stayed stone-faced and silent. She did her best to avoid all eye contact with me, but she must have felt my eyes boring into her. When she finally gave in and looked my way, my jaw tensed as my expression told her to play nice.

Her expression didn’t give away a single hint of what she was thinking, which worried me. I didn’t want her doing anything to cause a scene.

Thankfully, my dad was making pleasant conversation with Sam, and she wasn’t paying much attention to the growing tension between my mother and myself.

We didn’t have to wait long before dinner was being served as the guest speakers all shared stories of their experiences with the hospital. Even as we ate, I kept my hand firmly planted on Sam’s thigh, hoping to reassure her that she had nothing to worry about.

After the speaking stopped, they opened up the floor if anyone wanted to dance to the music the orchestra began playing.

I slid my hand up Sam’s thigh so I was so close to her pussy I could feel the heat coming off it. Her breath hitched in her throat in an almost unnoticeable way. She took a drink of her whiskey, and her tongue flicked out, licking the excess off her bottom lip.

The urge to taste the whiskey on her overwhelmed me. I urged my cock to stay down as I imagined my tongue swirling with hers and taking that plump bottom lip in between my teeth.

Her eyes met mine, and her own lust reflected in them. She wanted my cock buried deep inside her as much as I did.

But that wasn’t an option in a room full of people…as tempting as it may have been. I considered taking her to one of the meeting rooms around, but with so many eyes in the room, someone was bound to take notice, namely my mother.

Instead, I asked her to dance. Her expression screamed uncertainty, but when I reached for her hand, she immediately followed my lead.

When we reached the dance floor, I took one of her petite hands in mine and wrapped my other arm around her waist pulling her tight against me.

We swayed to the music, and I couldn’t help but notice some of the male eyes around the room lingering a little too long on my date.

“Everyone here is staring at your beauty, Kansas.”

“Is someone jealous?” She asked coyly.

“Not at all.” I leaned in to whisper, “Because I’m the one who gets to take you to bed tonight…and every other night. I’m sure they’re jealous of me.”

She rolled her eyes but still smiled.

I assured her, “I can’t wait to get you home and take my time undressing you and worshipping that body.”

“Might not take you that long to undress me.”

My brow furrowed.

“Well, this dress doesn’t exactly allow for undergarments,” she replied trying to feign innocence.

“So, underneath you’re wearing…”

“Nothing at all,” she interrupted.

Fuck me.

“You’re just a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

She shrugged. “Pretty sure you’ve been a bad influence on me.”

I chuckled. “Guess so. But I’m not complaining.”

We danced in silence for a moment just swaying back and forth to the music until I tilted her chin up to look at me.

“Thank you for being here tonight even though I know a room full of stuffy rich people isn’t your idea of a good time.”

“I want to go with you to things that are important to you, but I guess I just feel a little out of place. It’s like they can automatically detect that I am not rich, that I’m not one of you.”

“I understand your apprehension, but I don’t think anyone is staring at you because they’re presuming to know your status. They’re staring because you’re the first women I’ve brought to any type of event since Marisol.”

As if right on fucking cue, my eyes glanced around the room, and headed straight for us was none other than Marisol.

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