Page 106 of Playing With Secrets
“Since they moved us apart, we decided we needed to do our jobs and quit focusing on how much I wanted to kiss her. It doesn’t work well for us when I can’t keep my thoughts off her.” My eyes hook with Dori’s.
I’ve kept those intense longings hidden, a sinful secret, and the revelation burns between us—a raw, sexually exposed nerve. I make a mental note to thank Hunter for sending me here tonight.
“See, I told you. He’s got it bad.” Melanie’s attention is diverted when the server approaches the table.
We give her our drink order and take a minute to look over the menu. We decide on a variety of sushi. It’s going to be way too much, but we can’t agree on anything.
“Since you’re up to speed on their situation, tell us about you.” Melanie rests her chin in her palm. Her elbow is on the table, and she’s giving Isabella her full attention.
Dori catches my gaze. Through her thick eyelashes, she tosses me a passion-filled, flirty stare. The blood in my body rushes to my dick and it instantly gets hard.
With a slight shake of my head, desire, palpable and heavy, flies from me to her in a silent wave of longing. A smile sneaks from the corner of her lips.
She knows she’s torturing me and couldn’t care less. I’m about to throw her over my shoulder, take her to the restroom, and fuck her right there on the sink.
“I see what you mean, Melanie. They would be skipping dinner if we weren’t here with them.” Isabella laughs and Melanie joins her.
Dori tears her eyes from me and waves it off. “The two of you together are bad news. Isabella, I already have one friend I have no control over. I don’t need another one.”
“Oh, that reminds me.” Melanie taps the table in front of Isabella.
“No!” both Dori and I yell at the same time.
“We’re not talking about that right now.” Dori glares at Melanie.
Isabella pushes back into her chair. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing. Melanie just has no boundaries or filters. We knew what she was going to say, and it’s not going to fly with us tonight. She’s had enough fun for one night.” I settle back and search for our server.
We need drinks and food so I can keep Melanie’s mouth busy. Dori takes her phone from her purse and moves it under the table.
My first thought is that she received a text—probably from Hunter if I had to guess. My mind quickly changes when I get a message of my own.
Melanie and Isabella’s conversation disappears into the background when I realize my message is from Dori. I don’t dare look at her, so I open it with my head down and read it.
Dori: You should’ve told me you were thinking about kissing me in the office. Who knows what kind of fun we could’ve had?
Me: As if you didn’t know. Now, tell me about this fun we would’ve had.
Dori: Well, it wouldn’t be knitting or going to a pottery class.
Me: Yeah, I didn’t think so, but I’m interested in what you have in mind.
Dori: Use that brilliant brain of yours. I’m sure you can imagine what could’ve happened if you had told me you were fantasizing about us.
Me: You’re stalling. Come on, temptress, what are you waiting for? Tell me about the fun you would’ve wanted to have.
I send it off and pretend to be paying attention to Melanie and Isabella talking about all the men in the office they have crushes on. It’s full of nice-looking men, so Dori and I have some time to play this game with one another.
Our drinks are delivered while Dori types away on her phone. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and licks her lips before returning to what she was doing with her phone. It’s been a few minutes, so she’s invested in whatever it is.
She lifts her head. Her cheeks flush right as I receive another text. She jumps into the conversation with Mel and Isabella as I peek at my message.
Dori: huh? Okay, then. You asked for it. First, I would’ve locked the door and forced you to sit in your twirly chair. Then I would’ve tied your wrists to the arms of it so you couldn’t touch me. After that, I would’ve unzipped your pants so you had room to grow that amazing… Mmm, just thinking about it. Wow. Next, I would’ve sat on the floor in front of you, lifted my skirt, and spread my legs. You would’ve found I wasn’t wearing any panties. You would’ve seen my lips were slick and ready for you. I would’ve taken my hand between my thighs and made you watch me get myself off to the thought of you driving into me. Tell me again why you didn’t say anything before now.
I fucking groan out loud. All their heads turn my way.
“What is it, Jami?” Melanie asks.
