Page 59 of Enthrall
The call dropped.
“Nooooo...” I re-dialed and failed to get another signal.
I raised my phone in the air like an idiot, trying to pick up a signal; I was desperate.
Returning my cell to my bag, I stole a few more seconds to fluff my hair in the mirror. A younger version of me gazed back. I looked ridiculous in ponytails and went to take them out and thought better of it. The last thing I needed was an angry Cameron.
Back at the table, I waited for him to ease out and allow me to rejoin them. I tried to pretend the senator wasn’t gaping at my legs. They were both eating. I was glad they’d not waited on me. Drawing unwanted attention wasn’t something I was in the mood for.
Savoring the way the champagne softened the edge, I finished off my glass. Despite there being only a tiny portion of seared Ahi tuna on my plate, it was all I felt for. I glanced over at Cameron’s steak and asparagus, wondering if he’d have to grab a burger on the way home. I felt sure the driver wouldn’t mind.
The senator motioned to the waiter for him to fill his glass. His attention fell back on me.
“So you’re from Sicily?” I said.
The senator looked surprised.
Cameron’s hand found its way to my thigh again. “How’s your Ahi tuna?” He shot me a subtle glare to shut up.
“Delicious,” I said. “How’s your steak?”
He lifted his hand from my thigh and returned it to his fork. “Rare.”
“Maybe they’ll cook it some more for you?” I said.
“I like it rare.”
“Wasn’t the Godfather from Sicily?” I asked.
Cameron’s ironclad grip shot to my thigh. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers squeezed all the blood from my flesh. When he lifted his hand, my circulation returned and a sudden calmness came over me; a release of all tension...
“Cameron,” I whispered.
His hand was back squeezing my thigh. “It’s sir.”
He was using pain to control me.Master me.
“Sir,” I uttered through clenched teeth.
His hand lifted but left this heady fevered flush, a tingling between my thighs, a throbbing in my clit. I let out a long, soft sigh and Cameron gave me one of his mega-watt smiles, seemingly taking delight in making me dizzy and breathless.
The senator’s envious gaze narrowed on me.
Cameron beamed him a smile. “Talking of feisty and yet responsive to the lick of a riding crop, how are those race horses of yours?”
“Profitable.” The senator grinned and took a bite of trout.
The waiter topped up his glass. When the bottle moved to mine, Cameron placed his hand over the rim. “No more for her, thank you. She has to be up early.” He threw him anow fuck offsmile.
The waiter scurried away with my second glass of champagne still in the bottle.
I frowned at Cameron and whispered, “Aren’t they meant to leave the champagne by the table?”
“My permission for you to speak has been withdrawn.” Cameron’s tone was stern as was his glare. “Understand?”
I shrank back.
The senator clinked his champagne flute against Cameron’s. “Cole, it’s unlike you to glean such a slow result.” His gaze fell on me. “Let me take it from here.”
