Page 30 of Ewan

She’d moan like crazy if I had my tongue down her throat and my hand between my legs.

This won’t work.

I tear my eyes away from her and grumpily accept her water when she puts it next to me on the bench.

I look away while her eyes stall on me for a few seconds before she sets her hand on my shoulder.

“Take your time,” she says, leaning to me, her soft breasts in her bra, moving that warm perfumed air toward me.

Like I needed it.

I don’t need to look to know.

Her breasts are there in the eye of my mind. I can feel them in personal space. Dangling like ripe peaches, waiting for my teeth to rip them apart.

“Just signal to me when you’re ready,” she says. “I’ll be over there.”

She points to some random spot in the room, yet all I can think of is the soft rustle of her blouse rubbing against her skin and dipping into her flesh. It's not like the suit that makes me itchy.

“You can stay,” I say, my voice scratchy like my costume. “I’m good.”

Unless she can’t figure out from how stiffly I sit, she must know I’m not good. It’s how I know a lot of damn things about her.

Things I shouldn’t know.

Things that aren’t my business.

“Are you sure?”

“Damn sure,” I say, untwisting the cap of one of the bottles and gulping it down under her eyes.

I put the bottle under the bench and feel much better.

As long as she doesn’t step in front of me and only does her job, we can make this work.

“Let’s get started. I need to leave soon,” I say dryly, and the woman gets my drift.

SCARLETT

Wow.That was intense.

But the man handled it like a pro.

He didn’t talk much, but he nodded his head when he had to, offered the gifts when he was supposed to, and never did anything to spoil the evening.

He pulled his hat down his forehead and produced a pair of round-shaped glasses that might’ve hidden his face from the kids but never concealed his eyes from me.

No emotion fleeted through them as he did his job. And you couldn’t tell whether he smiled or not, but I suspected he was not.

It didn’t matter.

And we’re done now.

The last kid gets their gift in front of us, and I consider myself lucky for saving the night despite the difficulties I have faced.

My feet hurt, and I can’t wait to get home and put this evening past me.

The little boy smiles from ear to ear, making this event worthwhile.

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