Bait: The Wake Series, Book One(71)

I then heard my phone vibrate. After finishing up with my first real interested bystander, I glanced at it.

Casey: This is going to be fun. I'm going to f*ck with you all day.

Shit. I didn't think that was an empty threat. It was going to be a major pain in the ass trying to concentrate on work with him standing right in front of me, but having been warned officially that he was deliberately trying to crack my professional exterior? I needed to have my game face on.

I managed to hold it together an hour later as he performed a rather vulgar oral pantomime, which took Melanie down cold. She had to excuse herself.

I didn't budge when Casey slipped a finger through his zipper and waggled it at me, I only responded with the most classy nose-itch/bird flip I could muster while still in business character.

Me: I'm a little tougher than you think, Lou. Better quit while you're ahead.

His table was busy when I sent the message. I did that intentionally to goad him. It didn't hurt that I pretended to take a picture of my boobs first. He watched, eyes bugged out and then his gaze darted to where his phone was, desperate to look when it signaled he had a new message.

Point for me.

When his line slowed down and he had a quick break to look, he only said over the aisle, “Real cute, Betty. We still on for tonight?”

I looked to Melanie, knowing that she was familiar with my relationship status, and said the only thing I could, “Only if Melanie and Troy go.”

“Excuse me,” Troy said to his customer. “I'm in,” then he continued with his schpeal.

I looked to Melanie again and her smile said it all.

“Looks like we're going out,” I said.

The one-up shenanigans continued through the afternoon, but stopped when I went to the bathroom to discard my panties. When I sauntered back, I conveniently stopped by his side of the aisle and dropped them at his feet.

No one except Troy could see them, since there was a table skirt, but I effectively made Casey loose his train of thought completely. When his customer left their booth, I watched as he picked them up and smelled them before pocketing my underwear in his red jeans. A few minutes after that I witnessed him adjusting his erection.

I think that's called a hat-trick.



We agreed to meet in the lobby at nine o'clock to go out in Hot-lanta. I changed into a little, army-green silk romper and paired it with my nude pumps after I took a quick shower, but opted to not rewash and dry my hair.

It saved me some time. I was secretly hoping that Casey would be in the lobby and as I rode the elevator down almost an hour before we had all agreed to meet. I was surprised. He’d had the same idea, because on the way down I got a text asking me if I wanted to get an early start.

The elevator pinged and he was sitting in a club chair facing the doors as I emerged only about ten feet away.

When the doors opened, catching his attention, he smiled just for me realizing that we had shared the same idea.

“Does a hobby horse have a wooden dick?” I rhetorically asked, returning his funny anecdote from months ago. I looked him over and he hadn't changed at all. Still wearing the same clothes he had all day. He sat laughing at me as I swayed my hips in my short romper and heals walking to him.

“Is Troy down here yet?”

“Nope. Just us.” He grinned. As he usually did, he had a teasing gleam in his eye. He stood offering me an arm, “Shall we?”

I took it and we walked down the long marble hall to the bar on the other end of the main floor. In my heels, I was closer to his height.

“Are you wearing a onesie?” he asked, and bumped his ass into mine as we rounded the entry to the hotel bar. I looked down at my ensemble. It was a one-piece, but a onesie? Hardly.

“Are you wearing red jeans and trying to make fun of my clothing choices?”

“I am. These remind me of you.” We chose two open seats at the bar. Neither of us indicating where we were headed, only intuitively knowing that was where we'd go. He didn't ask me what I'd drink. He simply ordered two vodka tonics.

“Care to elaborate, Mr. Kool-Aid?” I laughed pretty hard at my joke.

He didn't.

Casey leaned into me and said against my cheek. “Because, honeybee, when I make your * wet, your nose turns the color of these jeans. I'm hoping to compare the two later.”

The seduction in his voice was promising and I knew he could deliver. My face heated and I prayed my nose wasn't glowing like his pants. I didn't have to wonder for long, because he placed a kiss on my nose and said, “Don't worry, it's only a little pink right now.” Then he laughed as he paid for our cocktails.