Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(108)

“My mother finances politicians?” Alex squeezes my leg tight under the tablecloth.

“It’s alright, Mother,” says Julia. “I respect everyone’s ideologies. She just supports political and social causes I’m not very keen on, that’s all.”

I don’t ask further, but I keep wondering which social and political causes she is talking about. After all, if I recall correctly, Mom has a great reputation and esteem in the public eye. I’ve seen many interviews praising her for her achievements in financing renewed lawyers for women who can’t afford them. Lawyers that maybe Julia knows well.

“Do you want some wine, Miss?” asks a waiter, showing me the decanter.

I glance at Julia’s wineglass and find it empty—Maud’s and Yara’s too—but the rest are happily drinking. I can’t figure out why. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” As the waiter leaves, I lean discreetly over to Alex and murmur in his ear in a tone barely audible, “Why aren’t your sisters drinking? They don’t like wine?”

Alex nearly chokes on his burgundy. He looks at me with a twinkle in his eye and gives me a smile I have never seen before. “One day I will explain.” Jeez... His voice is so warm that my lips part in excitement. I suddenly feel his hand fondling my inner thigh. I hold my breath for a second, eyes glued to my plate, and try to focus on my vegetables, but he’s moving dangerously close to my pussy. Holy shit! No panties there. My heart starts racing in total alert, beating faster with every touch. I try to put some food in my mouth, but I’m too scared I’ll choke on it. I drink some water instead. My cheeks flush at the feel of his fingers rubbing my clit. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I want to tell him to stop, my face will tell it all in a few seconds! But Alex acts nonchalant, chatting away with Dad and Margaret. How can he keep up a conversation while turning me on? Fuck. I despise him in this moment, but I have to do the same. As I’m about to talk to Julia, Alex pushes a finger inside me.

“Ah!” I cannot restrain my gasp. I’m getting dangerously horny, wet, and warm. I’ve never hated him more than I do right now. I start picturing our week in Aspen, his cock pounding me for the first time, how much I trembled at the feel of him, how I sucked him right after…

“Are you alright, Petra?” asks Julia.

I blink at her voice. “Yes, of course. I just like to eat slowly.” I take another sip of my water. “I noticed you have six kids. Isn’t that challenging?” It’s the first subject that came to mind. I have to remain focused, forget he’s fingering me—otherwise it’ll only get worse.

“It’s alright. I have some help. When Arthur, my youngest, wakes up, we can go and see him if you want. He’s seven months old.”

I try to focus as hard as I can on Julia’s words, but Alex adds a second finger to challenge me even further. Damn it. I just know one thing—he’ll regret it later. “Of course. I’ve never seen a baby that close, actually,” I manage to say.

“Really? You don’t have siblings?” I shut my eyes for a brief moment, not because of Julia’s question, but those two long fingers are slowly thrusting in and out, giving me thoughts I shouldn’t have at a Christmas dinner table. “Are you sad? I hope my question didn’t offend you.”

But I open my eyes again instantly at the sound of her voice. “Not at all, Julia. I was just thinking how lucky you are to have siblings. I grew up mostly alone in New York. Glad I have Janine.”

“Janine? Is she your nanny?”

“Not really.” I take a deep breath to cool down my pleasure, but it’s harder than I thought.

“Governess?” She keeps asking.

“Janine’s a special lady to me. She’s an amazing cook and housekeeper, and at the same time, she managed to raise me, give me advice, go shopping with me…” His fingers are taking my breath away; I’m even soaking them. I wonder if my fluids will wet my seat too. Holy shit! I gasp in horror. I figured it out. He did it all on purpose! This is a fucking game to him. If I soak my seat, he wins; if not, I do. Oh God, help me. I can’t let him win—it’ll be a total embarrassment! What if someone notices and then reports it to Margaret? I’ll be perceived as some horny slut who can’t control herself.

“That’s quite remarkable that she managed to do it all and have time to raise you,” adds Julia. “I have two nannies, two maids, a chef, and a governess, and even so, I see them struggling to keep up with the pace of the household.”

I nod, but all I want is to cry out loud, beg him to put those fingers deeper into me and make me cum. Fuck, Alex! I know in that instant that I lost.

A waiter whispers in Julia’s ear.

“Petra?” I look up at her. “Looks like Arthur just woke up. Would you like to see him?”

Julia murmurs to her husband, and I see him nodding.

I decide to do the same and whisper into the ear of the most annoying man at this table, who still has two fingers in my pussy, “Mr. Van Dieren, may I kindly leave the table to go upstairs with Julia?” His face looks unreadable, not a single beam of joy. He just nods. As I stand up and make my way out, he looks discreetly at my seat and finally smiles.





Julia and I go upstairs to her bedroom. I’m astonished by how grand it is, with high ceilings like the rest of the house, tall windows, and elegant drapes. Julia also has her own en suite bathroom and dressing room. We go to check on little Arthur, who’s happily awake in his white wooden crib. He stares intently into my eyes and starts giggling loudly, probably finding it amusing that we have the same eye color. “Oh, he is so cute! Can I hold him?”