Page 65 of Howl You Doin?
Chapter 22
Whitley Whitt
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Dammit, Connor,”I whisper under my breath as I stare down at the obnoxious display of bright-red roses sitting on the buffet in the dining room.
People behind me make “aww” sounds, and my face lights up the same color of crimson. It has been days of nothing short of a freaking Hallmark movie.
“This is getting out of hand.”
Every night he cuddles me to sleep, and each morning he wakes me with soft kisses before pushing me into the shower. By the time I’m out of the bathroom, he’s handing me a coffee, just how I like it. Now roses are popping out of nowhere.
The problem is he hasn’t touched me again, not since he said he wanted to play with me. He keeps saying how he wants to make everything up to me first, but I swear he’s just torturing my pussy at this point. It’s making me want to climb him like a tree and force him to holler, “Timber!”
“Girl, those are beautiful,” Maria says, giggling lightly like the twenty-year-old she is, her costume making her look adorable.
“Very beautiful,” replies Anton, who sits next to her at the dining table in his waiter’s outfit.
He bends down to kiss her shoulder lightly, and she beams up at him. Ah, young love. It’s so sweet it makes me want to hurl. Of course they want me to be just as happy as they are, like every other couple crazy in love.
My stomach dips. That’s not what Connor and I are doing at all. Actually, I have no idea what the fuck we’re doing. I’m supposed to leave once my contract is up, and he hasn’t been totally clear about what he wants. I know he likes my company, enough to fall asleep next to me each night, but the lack of sex is making it more confusing.
If he just wanted to befriendswith benefits, I think I’d find it a lot easier. Only now I’m pretty sure I want a lot more.
Maybe that’s why he’s doing it.
Nervousness skitters along my spine and my stomach flip flops. If he calls me his friend after what I have planned tonight, I may poison a cupcake for real and choke him with it.
I’m done playing.
I move from the table to start picking up plates of half-eaten food left over from afternoon tea.
“Are you and Mr. O’Doyle dating?” Maria asks in a hushed tone.
Taking a deep breath, I suck in the smell of spring as a breeze pushes through the dining room. All the windows are open, and I can just make out the sounds of birds chirping from the luscious green garden. The garden where he had his mouth on my—dammit.
“It’s not a big deal, you guys. He’s just being nice.”
Anton chuckles. “Miss Whitt, no man buys a woman a dozen red roses to be nice.”
“Exactly,” Maria says while nodding her head excitedly, a huge smile on her face.
It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes at her enthusiasm.
I point at them both sternly. “Don’t you two have work to do?”
Maria shrugs a shoulder. “Nope. We’re just heading to the ballroom to wait on showtime.”
“Okay, I’ll see you there,” I tell them as they leave the room, running a hand down the front of my shirt.
The beginning of the event starts tonight—the one Connor needs to go off perfectly. Everyone has been rehearsing for days for an orchestration of dances the castle staff is performing during dinner. I was skeptical at first, but now, after seeing it in action myself, I know it’ll be a hit.
I hope it goes smoothly because I need him to be in high spirits afterwards.
Myfriendhas been touching me at the most random times for days, and I’m ready to attack him until he gives me his cock. Screw begging, I’ll take it by force if he keeps up this crazy teasing. The idea makes me groan.
I huff and toss my curled brown hair over my shoulder.
