Page 22 of The Lies
“I’m good, thanks,” Blake says, cutting her off. “Thanks for having Sinead. Any problems, call me.” With that, the woman has one last look at both of us, turns on her heal and heads to her car to help Sinead try to squeeze her stuff in.
“Wow, could she be any more blatant?” I ask as Blake shuts the door.
“Jealous?”
“Um…” As I think of how to answer that question, he pushes me so my back’s against the wall and cages my head in with his arms. “It was just inappropriate in front of Sinead.”
“That was nothing,” he says as he traces the shell of my ear with his tongue. “She was trying even before her husband left her.”
“Tramp,” I mutter just as Blake sucks on the sensitive bit of skin below my ear.
“I’m not interested in her—or any of them.”
“So I hear, they all want you though.”
“And I only want you,” he admits, as he pulls the neck of my t-shirt down to give him better access to my collarbone.
My head rests back against the wall as I enjoy the feeling of his lips and hands on me. My desire from earlier resurfacing full force.
“Thank you, Addison,” he says sincerely when he pulls back. “For what you did for Sinead.”
“It was nothing.”
“No, it’s everything.” His earlier emotion resurfaces. He stares into my eyes before leaning forward and kissing me until my head spins. “Right, I thought we should order Chinese. What do you think?” he asks, stepping away from me and marching down to the kitchen.
“What the fuck?” I mutter, as I squeeze my eyes tight and will my brain to start functioning. “We could skip dinner,” I suggest when I join him.
“Here,” he says, handing me a refilled glass of wine. “What’re your favourite dishes?” he asks, as if the previous few minutes didn’t happen.Two can play at this game, I think as I scan the menu, specifically looking for spring rolls or anything similar I can tease him with.
By the time the food gets delivered I’m suitably tipsy, which I think was Blake’s intention because he’s very quick to keep refilling my glass.
Eating the spring rolls followed by some chicken balls has the desired effect because Blake forgets all about the food and ends up eating me on the dining room table instead.
“I always preferred cold Chinese anyway,” Blake comments when he pulls out of me and looks over at our discarded plates at the other end of the dining room table.
* * *
“Did you have a good night, sweetheart?” I ask when I reach the bottom of the stairs late the next morning to find Sinead putting her stuff down in the hallway.
“Yes, thank you. Did you?” My eyes flick over her shoulder to the dining table we christened last night as images of us naked and sweaty play out like a dirty movie in my mind.
“Yeah, we just ordered Chinese and watched TV.”
“Where’s Dad?” Sinead asks, looking around.
“He’s wandered outside on the phone. Why don’t you go and put your stuff upstairs? I’m sure he’ll be done soon.”
“Okay, what time are we going to Gran and Grandad’s?”
“Uh,” I stutter, because Blake hasn’t said anything about meeting his parents so I’m guessing I’m not invited.
“Oh, I thought you were coming with us for Sunday lunch?”
“No, not this time, sweetheart.”
“Oh please, I’ve told Gran all about you, she’s dying to meet you.” At that moment, Blake reappears, looking pissed off. “Dad!” Sinead exclaims excitedly as she gives him a hug.
“Hey, short stuff, did you have a good time?”
