Page 26 of Ewan

And then, my half-hearted attempts to log into one of those dating sites and find someone for a quickie have remained fruitless.

It didn’t help that I’m more of a stable relationship kind of girl, even when it sucks.

I’d choose predictability and familiarity over adventure and suspense every single time if given the choice.

That’s why I didn’t get laid.

That’s why I haven’t thought about getting laid.

But I’m thinking about it right now.

Hearing his voice is like being summoned to his bed.

I narrow my gaze, giving him a faint smile and one of my sultriest looks that worked in the past when I wanted the merchandise from the highest shelf in a store.

“We were talking about your job. As we can see, we have gathered here tonight to celebrate Christmas, and the kids can’t wait to get their gifts. They want to take pictures with you and have something to talk about later when they recollect these moments. And while I can live with your sweet, minty breath,”I say very didactically, “it’s not a good smell for them. Let alone their parents.”

His eyes move to the room before returning to me. It’s like the moon stares back at me.

“No adult will come close to me tonight, except for you perhaps… Miss…”

I don’t know whether he hasn’t caught my name or he’s fucking with me, but I indulge him.

“Scarlett. You can call me Scarlett. No one can pronounce my last name anyway.”

“Miss Scarlett, “he insists, keeping his distance. “You stand nearby to guide me. If you behave, I behave, and at the end of the night, you can thank me with a blowjob.”

Uh… What?? Did he just say that to me?

My mouth drops open, and my brain is fried, but other than that, I’m carved in stone.

For a second, I’m thinking I haven’t heard him right, but when he nudges me to the side so he can sit on the bench, which, by the way, seems small in comparison to the man in front of me, his touch sends a jolt of freshly made hell through me.

He surely did.

“Mouth closed, darling, or the parents might think you’re ready now for that blowjob.”

It takes me a few seconds to pull my mouth closed, square my shoulders, and keep my head high.

“You may be used to bossing people around, but you will not boss me around. If you stay, you need to do a good job. And please look decent for the kids,” I say, running my eyes over his front.

“May I?” I say, pointing to his neckline. “It looks like the buttons are misaligned.”

“Knock yourself out,” the answer comes.

They aren’t misaligned.

It’s just that he secured only a few and left the top and the bottom open.

My fingers move over the neckline while I struggle with the top button, his eyes igniting bushfires on my face. I try to ignore them, but it’s like trying to ignore the stars at the highest point in the starry sky. It’s impossible not to look. The naughty light in his eyes makes me suspect a smirk tilts his lips as I’m not making much progress.

Eventually, I leave it open before running my fingers down the buttons.

“Easy with those fingers,” he says, and I lift my gaze. “You might be in for a big surprise.”

He looks down his nose at me, daring me to lower my touch.

I stop above his belt, but then I notice that the bottom is still not secured, and I can peek at his tattooed abs through his open coat.

---