Page 10 of 12 Days

Chapter 4

Alyssa

“Isabella, a table for two, please. Maybe somewhere in the back?” Owen asks the older woman the moment we walk in. She’s about fifty, with dark hair and a robust figure. You can tell she’s quite familiar with him, almost on a motherly level.

“Of course, Owen. You follow me.” She smiles. Her English isn’t the best, but it’s understandable.

She seats us in a back booth. The scent coming out of the kitchen has my stomach twisting and turning. I need to stop skipping breakfast.

It’s either that or the events that happened back at True Love...

I’m still shocked at myself. I’ve never found such a desperate need to masturbate, much less in a public place. The sights and smells of the whole place just overtook me completely and brought out my deepest, darkest desires.

“The manicotti is excellent here, and you have to try the cannoli. Best I've ever had,” Owen suggests.

“You know, that sounds delicious.” I smile, the waitress placing a basket of bread on the table. The way all the women look at him, I can tell he’s a regular here.

Sitting across from Owen, I still feel a little out of sorts. Never in my life would I have masturbated in front of a stranger, let alone twelve of them. I honestly don't know if I should address what happened or forget that it did.

“We'll both have the manicotti,” Owen orders, his eyes staying on the waitress as he does. She’s attractive and very attentive.

I watch them, waiting until the waitress leaves. “So, this a regular place for you? They seem to know you pretty well here.”

Grabbing a breadstick and looking over, Owen laughs a little before speaking. “Not really. I’m usually more of a take-out kind of guy. We usually call in the order, and one of the girls in the office comes to pick it up.”

Making small talk seems to lighten the mood a little between the two of us. Owen doesn’t bother to mention the incident, but in my head, I feel like he’s looking at me with judgment. I know I might have done the same in the past.

I rest my hands on the table, folding my fingers over each other. I honestly don't know how to start this conversation. Just as I attempt to make small talk, Owen takes over.

“So, penny for your thoughts,” Owen laughs.

My eyes widen but I try to look at him with a carefully blank expression. “Not sure that I should voice my thoughts here.”

I look around the place, shaking my head from side to side. How do you bring up the fact that you accidently masturbated in front of twelve strangers and don’t know why?

His lips curl on one side, there’s a smirk about him that’s cocky and self-assured.

“There has to be something in that fragrance to make a woman uninhibited,” I let out all at once, finally saying what I feel. I’m stating the only answer I have for what happened.

The waitress shows up the moment I state what I’m thinking. In dead silence, she sets down salads in front of us, but her eyes stay on Owen the entire time. She’s captivated.

“Well then,” I say, clearing my throat as she walks away.

“I can assure you that your fears are one hundred percent wrong,” Owen says, his hand reaching over to pat mine. “I mean it. There’s nothing that will hurt anyone or make anyone do anything they don’t want to.”

The moment I feel his fingertips on my hand, I look over at Owen. I still don't believe him.

Nothing else could explain how I acted. It was as though I wanted so badly to be used by all twelve of those men. Even thinking about it now has my panties totally soaked.

I place my napkin on my lap, shaking my head in amusement. “You know I don't buy that for a minute, right? A woman doesn’t just act that way.”

I feel my cheeks tint with a crimson hue. I can't even believe we’re speaking about this openly.

God, why is this man so attractive? Tall, handsome, and his body…just holy shit.

That very body was totally undressed in my fantasy. He was fucking me full force.

Him and eleven other men.

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