Page 99 of Seeds of Malice

A server appears. "Mr. Carrington, it's good to see you," he greets, holding out his hand.

Dax moves his hand off my thigh, shakes his hand, then resumes his grip on my body. Only this time, it's higher, and he turns his hand so his knuckles graze my slit.

My butterflies explode into flight.

It's only been a few hours since the boutique dressing room, and I'm dying for a repeat.

After I gave Dax a blow job at his cottage, he took a shower.

He wouldn't let me take one. He claimed he wanted to smell his whore all night, emphasizing the wordhis.

Part of me liked that statement, and part of me cringed. But I decided it's a compliment coming from Dax.

He orders, "Thomas, we want a medium-rare tomahawk, almond-encrusted walleye, gouda mac and cheese with breadcrumbs, and chopped salads."

I gape.

He glances at me. "What?"

I laugh. "Do you know the menu by heart?"

He shrugs. "It's the best thing this city has to offer. Why, is there something you don't like?"

I laugh again. "No, it sounds amazing."

The truth is, I've never had a tomahawk or gouda mac and cheese. I don't even know what a chopped salad has in it. I have had almond-encrusted walleye, but I'm not going to tell Dax any of this.

Thomas replies, "Splendid. I'll get your order right in. I assume you want your usual wine?"

"Of course," Dax affirms.

Thomas nods and leaves.

"How do you do that?" I question.

"What?"

"You're always so ..." I search for the word, then add, "Authoritative."

He arches an eyebrow. "Authoritative, huh?"

"Yeah."

"And you like that, right?" he asks, moving his knuckles so they penetrate my slit.

I squirm in my seat. My pussy's sore from earlier, but I want more. I admit, "With you? Yes."

Satisfaction appears on his face. "Good."

Thomas reappears with a bottle of wine.

"That was fast," I say, assuming he's only going to serve Dax, but he pours a small amount into a glass and hands it to me.

I glance at Dax, not sure what to do.

"Try it," he encourages.

I move it to my lips, but he grabs the stem. "Hold on." He sets it down, circles the glass on the table so the liquid swirls around the globe, then holds it to my nose. "Inhale deeply, gorgeous."

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