Beauty from Pain(19)
I get out of the car and offer my hand. “Thank you.”
She’s standing in front of me and I can’t resist asking, “Why do you call me Jack?”
“I don’t know. It’s something my mom has always said, so I say it too. Sort of like when I asked you if you wanted to dance when we were trying to dodge around each other.”
“Oh.”
We walk into the club and sit at a table close to the stage. There is a full band tonight and I recognize “Every Breath You Take” by The Police.
Paige pecks the tabletop with her fingertips to the beat and a waitress comes to our table. We’re sitting right next to the speakers, so she yells out over the music, “What can I get for you?”
Paige smiles and winks at me when she places her order. “I’ll have a screaming orgasm, please.” Hell, yeah. She’ll have plenty of those over the next few months if I have anything to do with it.
“And for you?”
Interesting drink choice. Interesting enough that I think I might need to try one. I stare at Paige as I call out my order. “I’ll have a screaming orgasm also.”
I slip out of my jacket and toss it across the empty chair next to me. “Do you always wear a suit?”
“I do when I have business meetings.”
“I didn’t realize you had a meeting tonight.”
“It was a brief one.” She watches as I loosen the knot of my tie and unfasten the top button of my shirt. I unbutton my sleeves and roll them up on my forearms. “You don’t like the suit?”
“I like it very much, but I’m curious to see what else you wear.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to see me again so you can find out.”
Our waitress returns with our drinks and I pass her my card to start a tab. “I’ll be suitless for the next few days. Would you like to come out to the estate where I’m staying for a visit tomorrow? I’d love to give you a tour of the vineyard.”
She takes a drink of her screaming orgasm as she watches me over the rim of her glass. “Okay.”
Another yes. It isn’t the one I want, but it’s a start and could lead to the one I’m desperate to hear. “Perfect. If I pick you up around ten, that will give us time to drive back for lunch. Does that work for you?”
One-on-one time is what I need to persuade her to accept, so tomorrow I will get the yes I so desire.
7
Laurelyn Prescott
Four screaming orgasms later, which is two more than I usually have, Lachlan and I slide into the backseat of his car. I only make it to the middle of the seat as I glide across, so our legs are touching when he gets in beside me. The only thing separating our skin is the fabric of his trousers, but his touch sends a thrill of excitement throughout my body.
Daniel peers at Lachlan through the rearview mirror. “Where to, sir?”
He surveys me for an answer. I think he’s hoping I’ll tell him I want to go home with him tonight, but I don’t. I haven’t agreed to this insanity yet.
“To Miss Beckett’s,” he tells Daniel.
I’m feeling the effects of my four cocktails. Liquid courage pulsates through my veins. I feel brave. And flirty. I put my hand on Lachlan’s thigh and use my fingertip to trace an imaginary infinity symbol. I feel the muscle in his thigh grow taut through his pants. “Mr. Henry, does Daniel have any idea what it is you do with the women you keep in your company?”
Without being asked, Daniel reaches for the control on the radio and increases the volume of the music in the front of the car. I hear “Talk Dirty To Me” for a brief second before he changes the station to classical. Or maybe opera. I’m too buzzed to tell. Either way, I don’t care for it.
I lean forward. “Daniel. Change it back to Poison.”
I see him eye his employer in the rearview mirror. Lachlan gives him a curt nod and I hear Bret Michaels singing again.
“I love this song.”
“I do too, but I’d like it much better if you were singing it to me instead of Poison.”
“I’ve been known to take requests.”
“Me too. I can talk dirty by request anytime.”
I become hypersensitive to everything about this man. His breathing sounds louder and his scent stronger, so masculine. I love the feel of his leg beneath my finger. “You didn’t answer me. Does Daniel know what you do with women?”