Page 67 of Ruling Scar
“Make him take you somewhere fancy for dinner. Prove to this British wanker that you’re taken.”
Elijah would do it. And worse, I kind of want him to. “Thanks for listening to my freak out.”
“It’s a completely valid freak out considering you’ve got a stalker.” She sounds like an older sister supporting my choices while advising caution.
“Ugh, don’t remind me.”
“Hey, Isolde’s birthday is coming up. Bring your new man along.”
“Um. . .”
“You do remember you’re the one who came up with this plan, right?”
“Yeah, all right,” I grumble, but I’m really not put out at the thought of spending more time with Elijah.
Elijah never responds to my text, but he does show up to take me to lunch. When he wraps an arm around me, I lean into him. We go around the corner to a café packed with other employeesescaping the humdrum of office life. Since it’s a Friday there’s a general air of goodwill.
Naturally, I’m miserable.
“I’m feeling slightly offended.” Elijah spears a piece of his salad, a leafy green, with his fork. “After this morning you should be in a much better mood.”
“You don’t have a magical tongue, Elijah,” I mumble.
He leans forward. “What was that?”
I asked him if he got my text since he never responded to it, but he simply shrugged. I hate how easily he can shake things off. He can keep it together while I want to sink to the floor and not get up.
I nibble on a cookie Elijah bought me. “Why won’t you tell me what you’re planning with Leopold?” I’ve asked several times, but he won’t give any details. And I know this man always has a plan.
“You don’t need to worry your pretty little head. How much longer do you have?”
I check my phone. “Thirty minutes. You know women don’t like patronizing men who tell them not to worry.”
“You liked me just fine this morning. How many times have you thought about my tongue on your cunt?”
My cheeks combust. “Would you stop that.”
“Stop what?” he innocently asks. This is the third time he’s alluded to this morning. It’s nice, realizing I’m not the only one thinking about it.
I cross my legs and he smirks.
“Panties wet?” he coyly asks.
“What panties? You took them all away.”
His smirk drops.
“What?” I can’t help but keep going. “Did you think I had a spare stashed somewhere?”
I wasn’t happy going commando at first, but this interaction makes up for it.
“Leonora. . .”
“Lennie,” I correct. “Come on lets walk.”
I usually read on my breaks, but lunch is a welcome distraction. I feel the need to keep moving, though.
Elijah grabs my hand. I try to shake him away, but he squeezes tight. “Careful. You don’t want to get lost.”
