Page 88 of Hayden's Stalker

My voice is full of the lust I’m feeling toward her, and I can’t resist lowering my hand to my side so that the back of it is touching her thigh. Her skin is warm and soft, and I want to caress it so badly.

“You know exactly what is awkward,” she says as Bond tells Solange he needs to order champagne, and the sex scene is cut off. “Thank god.”

“I could show you what they didn’t do if you feel you missed out,” I offer, hoping she’ll say yes, but knowing she won’t.

“What happened to no funny business and you just being happy I’m watching a movie with you?”

“Well, to be fair, that was before I knew what having you in my bed would do to me,” I point out.

The sound of her breath catching in her throat is glorious, and her chest rises and falls rapidly, her nipples a stiff outline against the fabric of her nightgown.

“If my being here is causing you issues, I can go to bed, and we can watch this on the sofa tomorrow,” she says in a throaty voice.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” I tease her.

“We can’t fuck, Hayden,” she whispers.

I pause the film since neither of us is paying any attention to it, and it’s distracting me with its noise in the background. I look at her, so beautiful and here with me, and I’m actually happy here without even fucking her. I dislike that she seems to think that’s all I want from her.

“I know, but we can watch this film and enjoy ourselves doing it,” I tell her because I’m not asking her to fuck me, I’m just asking her to stay with me.

“Is this enjoyable for you, Hayden?”

I look her over in her small piece of clothing and delight in the shiver she gives in response. I also know I’d be just as happy if she was here in her regular uniform of sensible pants and a blouse with her hair braided around her head.

“Very much so.”

“I probably need to go now,” she says in her coolly professional tone, and to my horror, she starts to sit up.

I reach out and grab her arm to pull her back down without thinking, then kick myself for touching her without her consent. Though I know that if she had a problem with it, she could easily kick my ass.

“Don’t go, Tati. I’ll be good, I promise.”

I know I’m begging her to stay, but I hate the thought of her leaving.

To my relief, she snorts, “Famous last words.”

She doesn’t move, though, so I look her in the eyes and give her a smile. “No, seriously. Don’t go. I do want to watch this film with you. I’ll stop flirting, okay?”

“Good. Because fuck me, you’re atrocious. I don’t think I have the strength to resist, and I really do have to.”

I groan at her words because I’d give anything for her to tell me to actually fuck her. “I promised not to flirt with you, but then you literally said to fuck you in the next breath. I know youdidn’t mean it literally, but do you see what I mean about having you in my bed?”

“I did offer to leave. The offer still stands.” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“No. I think I’ll be able to survive until the end of the film…just.”

She relaxes back onto the bed, and I spend the rest of the film enjoying her presence. The urge to hold her is just as strong as it was before, but I consider myself lucky enough that she’s just here with me and I avoid acting on it.

Tati gives a massive yawn when the film ends, and I ask her, “Better ending?”

“Yeah, better than the book, I’ll agree. I’m too tired to decide if the movie as a whole was better, though.”

“Fair enough. Go to bed. You look tired,” I smile at her, wishing she would sleep here with me instead.

“I am. Thanks for the good night.”

She stands and smiles down at me where I’m lying on the bed. The nightgown is short and shows plenty of her creamy thighs. From this angle, I can almost see up to her underwear.

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