Page 8 of Grave Obsession

“Nox.” He visibly stiffens and his eyes glaze over as his name rolls off my tongue. What's up with that? “Thank you for offering to help but I actually ordered security cameras this morning. They should be delivered by the end of the week.” He nods his approval and it feels good, sending warmth through my whole body and settling in my panties.

Victoria chooses that moment to bound over to the table and ask what happened. She offers to cover for me for the rest of the night if I have to leave. I inform her that is unnecessary and I shouldn’t be more than a few more minutes. She turns to leave, throwing a wink at me over her shoulder. She’s been trying to set me up on a date for months now and I always refuse. I know I’ll be getting an earful of how hot Officer Graves is later.

He looks like a gorgeous, stoic statue just sitting there patiently. Not once did he hint at being annoyed or put out by this turn of events during what I assume to be his dinner break. Turning to him, I say, “I guess I should take your order now, hey? What can I get for you Officer Lennox?” His nostrils flare as his gaze burns me up from the inside. Why is he reacting this way to me?

“What time are you off tonight?” he asks. Completely disregarding my attempt to serve him.

“Eleven, why?”

“I’d like to escort you home so I can ensure your safety.” He shoots a glance across the room to the table where Ryan and Edward still linger.

“Oh, I'm sure that’s not necessary. I don't think they even know where I live now.”

“Mallory...” He pleads after me as I rise from my seat to return to work.

“No, Nox. It’s okay, I’ll be fine. Now, what do you want to eat?”

“Just coffee,” he huffs out, clearly exasperated with my refusal of his attempt to keep me safe. I absolutely loathe having people help me out in any way. I’ve had it turned around on me too many times before. I don’t think he would do that to me but the lingering feeling of anxiety would be there any time I saw him.

“Coffee, that’s it?” I ask. He’s basically pouting now and it’s fucking adorable. The urge to turn his frown upside down overcomes me.

“Yes, just coffee,” he says.

“Well, how do you like it, Nox?” I ask, lowering the volume of my voice so only he can hear me. I lean on the table so we’re only a few inches apart and his Adam's apple bobs. The double meaning of what I just said isn’t lost on me. Or him, judging by the way he shifts in his seat and his gaze lingers on my mouth. Is this flirting? I’ve never done it before but I’m giddy. Fighting back a giggle as I say, “With cream? How about sugar? Black? Whipped topping with chocolate sauce? Come on, tell me how you want it, Nox.”

Graves

Heaven help me. My little siren is playing with fire. God send me the strength to fight the urge to bend her over this table and fuck every drop of my cream into her tight little cunt.

“With cream and sugar would be great thanks,” I choke out. She’s completely undone me with just a bit of teasing. I need to get the upper hand again. She turns to leave with a smile on her face, she thinks she’s won. Not even close, baby.

"Oh, Mallory...” Catching her attention, she turns back to look at me. “I’m starving, I’d kill for a slice of your cherry pie.”A shiver works its way through her body as she realizes what I just said, thighs rubbing together ever so slightly. “Warmed up and ready to be devoured if possible."

Her eyes are glassy and there’s no doubt in my mind that she isn’t wet for me. I wink and she turns, speed walking her way back to the kitchen area. It’s next to impossible to keep a straight face so I pull out my phone to cause just a bit more chaos.

Unknown number:

Flirting with other men will

get you punished, little siren.

The deranged part of me gets a sick thrill out of the mindfuck I'm causing her. I do feel the slightest bit of guilt over it, but I can't have her thinking I'm her Ghostface just yet. Not until she falls hard for me, both sides of me. She liked the dangerous part of me I alluded to earlier, but that doesn’t mean she would be on board with all the shit I’ve done and what still plan to do.

Mallory:

Eat shit, creep.

That's my girl, give it to me. Burn me up with your fire.

Unknown number:

Such a filthy mouth, I wonder what other

kinds of filthy things you can do with it.

I’m smiling like a dweeb at my phone screen. She’s so perfect. I can see her making her way to me across the restaurant, coffee and pie in hand. Fuck, the sway of her hips is mesmerizing. I slip my phone back into my pocket and wait for her to come to me. It takes mere seconds but it's as if time slows so I can enjoy the sight of her for a bit longer.

She places the pie and coffee gently on the table and I notice it’s not cherry. “No cherry pie?” I smirk, wondering what’s going to come out of that smart mouth next.

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