Page 14 of Tryst
Tandy takes a drink from her glass of Chardonnay. “You're twenty-one? I wasn't sure until you poured yourself a drink. You look younger than the picture your mother showed me.”
“I know,” Elena said. “She was wearing significantly more makeup in the picture. Today she's fresh-faced, like my little girl again.”
I sit back, feeling uneasy sitting next to my barely legal lover, and the woman her mother is trying to set me up with.
“I'm twenty, but it's perfectly fine for me to have a drink of wine for dinner without my parents’ permission.” She stares at her unblinking. “And I make my own decisions.” She smashes her glass down on the table.
“I'm sorry if I offended you.”
“Not at all.” Her lips pull together.
From the look on everyone's face, none of us believes her.
The rest of the painful dinner goes without any more mishaps. Before it’s, over Jade excuses herself. Tandy leaves minutes before me at the end of the meal. As I’m about to leave, my phone rings with an unknown call. I answer and Tandy tells me to lock her number in.
No, I don't think so.
I tell Elena and Alan I want to say goodnight to Jade. Instead of getting her, Elena tells me where she is. I find Jade in a room upstairs that looks like an office, it's not Alan's though. “You left dinner without finishing.”
She's sitting down looking at a book on a couch. “Would you rather me stay and listen to Tandy chat you up? I would have screamed at her before dessert came and told her to get the hell out. You're getting regular sex already. She's not needed.” She pouts, rolling her eyes.
I smile and sit next to her. She points to a picture in the photo album on her lap. “Look at you. Do you remember that day?”
It’s a picture of Callie and me at a party. “Where was it taken?”
“My birthday party. That's me in the back with the tiara on.”
“Oh jeez, put it away.” I don't need to be reminded of how much younger than me she is, and neither of us needs to be reminded of my past relationship with Callie. She brushes my hand away when I try to close the album.
“Will you stop it? I think it's cute.”
I scoff. She had to be no more than eleven. “Look at us now, then look at it again. Is it still cute?”
“Yes. You were nice to me. You came with Callie, and I was grossed out seeing you kiss. I thought if a boy ever did that to me, he'd get a busted lip.”
“I guess it's safe to say you've rethought that, since my lips are still intact.”
“Yes.” She smirks, and I smile. She climbs onto my lap, straddling me. “You bought me a book of fairytales. My favorite wasLittle Red Riding Hood.” She presses her forehead to mine. I push my lips out, and she meets mine. “I read all the stories in that book so many times it was starting to fall apart. The retelling of them was slightly different from the usual. You gave me one of the best presents. One of the reasons I want to be a children's author, is whenever I think of reading that book, it inspires happy thoughts, and that feeling of innocence you lose as you get older.
“You're saying I'm responsible for your interest in writing children's books?”
“I don't think so, but again, it was one of my favorite gifts. Let me recite my favorite part for you? You can be the big bad wolf, Mr. Fox.”
“Ready and waiting.” I brush my lip against hers.
“Oh, Grandmother, what big ears you have.” She brushes the shell of my ear with her tongue, and my pants tent. Dangerous, but I play along.
“Mm…” I whisper in her ear. “The better to hear you with.”
“Oh Grandmother, but what big eyes you have.” She looks into my eyes, hers full of mischief.
I pull down her top, kissing each breast, then my voice grows husky. “The better to see you with my dear.
“Oh Grandmother, what big hands you have.” She takes my hands, covering her breasts.
“The better to hold you with, my dear.” I squeeze, tweaking her nipples, and watch her face change from playful to lusty. She grinds down on me, mouth slightly agape forcing her words out.
“Oh, my, what a big mouth you have.” She slips her tongue against the corner of my mouth, and I lose my train of thought. I watch her, feeling her, knowing how wet she's getting as she rubs against my erection. It's killing me we're not alone. I keep the urge to groan out her name in my chest.
