Page 70 of Dare You to See Me
Dahlia frowns and looks at Soleil. “Mommy, can we? I don’t want Mr. Dare to be sad.”
She purses her lips and raises a brow. “Oh no. We wouldn’t want that.” I lick my lips and watch her throat move as she swallows. “We can eat here. Is that okay, miss?”
The hostess is already setting menus down and grabbing place settings from a nearby table by the time Soleil asks. I move quickly to hold the chair for her to sit, then pick Dahlia up high in the air and set her down. I retake my seat in between them and my body feels instantly at ease.
They order drinks and I ask the waitress to give us a few more minutes before ordering. Dahlia scans the menu, knowing only a handful of words, and I step in. Ever the teacher.
“Would you like me to help you sound out the words?” I lean over and flip the menu over to the kids section.
“I can do it, Mr. Dare.” Dahlia’s tongue sticks out and moves back and forth as she concentrates. “What does n-neenose mean?”
“Niños. It’s Spanish for kids.” She looks at me with shock dancing over her face.
“You can speak Spanish?”
I chuckle. “No, sweetheart. I just know a few words. That’s all. How about we read the menu together.”
We go through each item taking ten times longer than it should with her sounding out each word. But I don’t rush her and neither does Soleil. When she decides on a bean burrito with extra cheese I turn to Soleil.
“Do you know what you want?” I lay one forearm on the table and sneak my other hand under the table.
She startles when my fingers caress her leg and she eyes me with that very telling mom look. I only smirk and continue on.
“Yes, I do.” Her eyes narrow and she tells me what dish she’s chosen.
The waitress returns and I order for myself and Soleil, but Dahlia is quick to order for herself. We talk about a few things until our food is brought out, then the conversation slows. The one thing that doesn’t slow is my hand on Soleil’s leg. I continue to run my hand up and down her leg, lightly trailing my fingers up the inside of her thigh.
She squeezes her thighs together to stop me, but all she does is trap my hand right where I want it. My pinkie slides up and down her denim covered pussy and she chokes. Water spurts and I free my hand to pat her back.
“Are you okay?” She nods with a napkin over her mouth. I lean in, slipping my hand back under the table and whisper, “Did you spill water on your lap because there’s a wet spot right…here.”
She clamps onto my wrist and grips tight. God I want to kiss her. I don’t care who’s around. Dahlia is so preoccupied with her food that it gives me a chance to have a bit of a private conversation.
“Can we please tell Dahlia? Not being able to hold your hand or kiss you is killing me.”
“Malik,” she pleads.
I stay determined and straight faced. I don’t want to hide us from anyone. I want to go over to her house, help put Dahlia to bed, then fuck my girl unconscious. Jesus, I’ve fantasized about her pussy gripping my dick and I don’t think I can last much longer without knowing the feeling.
She blinks her eyes at me a couple of times then loosens her hold on my wrist. She places her napkin back on her lap and looks at Dahlia.
“Dahlia. How would you like to order dessert and take it home? The three of us can go have some cake or pie and watch a movie.”
Her spoon freezes mid-air, a few pieces of rice falling back to the plate.
“The three of us? Like…Mr. Dare, too?”
I smile like a goofy kid and nod. “Would that be okay with you?”
“Yes!” she shouts and throws her arms up, flinging rice everywhere.
“Oh my gosh.” Soleil moves to clean up, but I nudge her back into her seat and do the cleaning up myself.
I’m a kindergarten teacher. I’ve become a pro at cleaning up everything from crunched goldfish to glitter.Fucking glitter. Whoever invented that is a sadist.
“I’m gonna get cheesecake. No wait! Cookies. Yeah. No. Cake.” She rambles a list of desserts that may not even be on the menu.
“Tell you what. We’ll get one of everything,” I tell her.
