The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(44)

“Um,” Shane interjects, trying to look around Bobby to correct the hostess for the error.

“Ooh, a double date,” Diamond claps eagerly and sits right next to me.

“Date, huh? Is this a date, Jessica?” Bobby asks, sitting across from me, his eyebrows raised mischievously. I’d tell him yes, and to shove it up his ass if I didn’t fear for Shane’s life. There is no way Shane would survive a fight against Bobby

“Actually it is. She took me to a coffee shop when I let her pick our first date. So I got to pick this time, for a real date,” Shane explains, taking a sip of his beer.

I smile a tightlipped smile, my stomach suddenly not hungry.

“Is that right?” Bobby muses. “Funny, Jessica has never mentioned you,” Bobby lies, his eyebrows inward as he looks at me. I take a deep breath, and prepare myself for a pissing contest.

“Yeah, she is kind of a private person,” Shane continues, smiling brightly at me, talking as if we are close.

“She’s not very private with me. In fact, she was rather open to me last night,” Bobby continues, his tone earnest, making my cheeks flush with warmth from embarrassment. My hands grab a menu, seeking some kind of distraction.

“What’s good here?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

“Good. I am glad she has someone she can open up with,” Shane mentions, completely oblivious to what Bobby is indicating.

“Oh, man, I am the most open person I know,” Diamond adds, smiling cheerily at Bobby. Bobby doesn’t even look at her, making Diamond sit back in her chair with a look of displeasure on her face.

I swallow the lump in my throat and set the menu down, my aversion not working. This is too much. I’m not sure if I want to laugh, or bolt for the door. I take a deep breath trying to gain some self-control.

“Bobby is not much to open up to,” I respond, trailing my eyes downward to Bobby’s crotch, implying he has a small dick even though I know it's not true, but playing Bobby’s game against him is something I can’t resist. “But he gets an A for effort,” I continue, eyeing Bobby wolfishly. Bobby smirks, knowing the game I’m playing. The look of the cat that is about to eat the canary playing across his face.

“Funny, I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” Bobby smarts, making my smile fade quickly. The table goes quiet, Diamond and Shane finally noticing the actual conversation.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I inform, my body sweating nervously from Bobby’s confession. I scoot my chair back, and head toward the restrooms quickly. Maybe there is a window in there and I can just shimmy out and run like the wind. I snort at the image of me trying to fit my ass through a window in a restaurant bathroom, trying to escape a bad date.

As soon as my hand hits the bathroom handle, I’m pulled back, turned around, and my back is slammed against the door. My eyes land on two angry blue irises, belonging to Bobby.

“An A for effort?” he asks, a grin crossing his face. He grabs both of my wrists, plows them above my head, and spreads my legs open with his knee. “How about I show you how hard I strive for excellence,” he grits, grinding his knee right into my clit. My body flames with desire and my head falls back against the door. We’re in public. This thought thrills as much as it horrifies me.

Bobby slides his nose up the side of my neck, leaving a blazing trail of need behind. This is so wrong. It’s not right doing this right here, but it feels so amazingly good.

“Go ahead and deny that our bodies are undeniably made for each other,” he whispers into my ear, tugging my earlobe with his sharp teeth. My body arches into his on impulse, and I bite my bottom lip trying to keep from whimpering.

“I-I…” I stutter, not wanting to do this in a restaurant. “I can’t do this here,” I mutter, out of breath.

“I told you. When you’re mine, you’re mine, and right now, you’re mine,” he mutters against my lips, tugging my bottom lip that was pulled between my teeth with his. He slides his hands down my abdomen and under the waistband of my scrubs. My body trembles with passion, and my breathing becomes labored.

“Why are you here with him?” he whispers into my ear, his hands slipping under my panties.

“Why are you here with her?” I question, my core vibrating with excitement as Bobby’s fingers brush against my clit.

“Just as friends, baby,” he whispers against my ear, his fingers pressing hard against my clit making me moan.

“He’s nothing but a friend,” I whimper.

“You’re mine, remember?” Bobby growls, pushing a finger into my heat, causing my head to fall back against the door, and sigh from Bobby finally giving my body what it craves, him.

“Ahem.”

Bobby and I turn and find a little old lady waiting to get into the bathroom that Bobby and I currently block. She is clutching her purse tightly, her eyes darting anywhere but at us.

Bobby pulls from me hesitantly. His eyes promising me that this isn’t over, his smirk giving off one delicious dimple. Just as he pulls away, his phone rings. He pulls it from his pocket and answers it as he walks away.

“Sorry,” I whisper to the lady, pulling away from the door. I straighten my shirt down, and try to get a hold of myself before walking back out to the table.

Walking back, Shane eyes me awkwardly, his face twisted instead of beaming with cheer like usual. As soon as I sit down, my phone beeps with a notification.