Four Week Fiance 2(28)

“Funny,” he said as he looked at me, but I saw that he wasn’t able to keep a smile off of his face.

“That’s me, one funny girl.” I grinned at him, determined to not let him ruin my good mood. I stared at his handsome face, so serious as he sat there in his smart business suit. His eyes looked at me searchingly, with a glint of judgment as if he were telling me off for talking with Will. A part of me was delighted that he appeared to be jealous. Another part of me was annoyed that he was going to be acting like a bit of an ass, just because I was being friendly to another guy. It wasn’t like I wanted the other guy. All I could think about was TJ.

“Yes, one funny, sexy girl,” he said and I felt his hand reach down and grab my knee under the table and his fingers started running up and down my calf.

“What’re you doing, TJ?” My eyes widened as I gazed at him.

“Nothing.” He grinned as his fingers moved up my legs again and he pushed against my inner thigh to gain access. I squeezed my legs together closer in response.

“TJ.” I pursed my lips at him. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he asked, a wry smile on his face as he pushed harder between my legs and they fell apart slightly. His fingers took immediate advantage of the movement and they ran up and down my inner thigh under my skirt. I held my breath as they drew dangerously high.

“You know what?” I frowned at him. “You just got here. Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He laughed and then looked away from me as a waitress approached the table.

“Hi, I’m Madeline. I’ll be taking care of you today.”

“Why, thank you,” TJ said as he grinned at her. “I do enjoy being taken care of.”

“Then I’m glad I’m here.” Madeline flirted back with him and I watched as she tossed her long raven hair back and pushed her ample bust forward. I glanced up at her face with a slight glare and felt my resolve failing as I looked at her face properly. She was gorgeous, her skin was smooth and her eyes were a sparkling, vibrant blue. She had fine features and perfect lips. And she was petite. She looked like the perfect woman. I felt jealousy searing through me as I gazed at her staring at TJ and TJ staring back into her eyes with a wide, genuine smile. His fingers were still on my legs, but were moving in a haphazard fashion as he glanced at her. I could feel my stomach churning and I felt my good mood vanishing.

“Would you like a drink, sir?” she asked, her voice melodic.

“What would you recommend?” He leaned back and moved his hand away from my leg.

“What is sir into?” She leaned closer to him, leaning down and opening the menu in front of him. Her hair hung down, surrounding her face, and she looked into his eyes with a sweet, eager smile.

“Whatever you think I’d like.” His eyes teased her and I watched as he licked his lips slowly. I froze at the obvious flirtation between them. My breath was coming fast and my stomach was in knots as I just sat there being ignored.

“I think I’ll have a glass of water,” I said, finally speaking up, and the girl straightened and looked at me with a sweet and pitying look.

“Sure.” She nodded. “Still or sparkling?”

“Still, thanks.” I bit down on my lower lip, feeling like I wanted to cry.

“Okay.” She nodded and then looked back over at TJ. “And have you decided?”

“I’ll have a whiskey, neat.”

“Brand?” She grinned at him.

“Surprise me,” he said and she just giggled like a little schoolgirl. I could feel my face flaming. I was embarrassed, upset, jealous, annoyed, and pissed off. How could TJ flirt with this girl in front of me, like that? I guess it was the reality check I needed. He just wasn’t interested in me, at all.

“Okay, I’ll do that,” she said, tossing her hair back again and lightly touching him on the shoulder. I looked away and tried to ignore the feelings telling me to slap her. She was the sort of girl I knew was used to getting what she wanted based on her looks, and I was pretty sure that she wanted TJ and that she didn’t care that I was sitting here with him. She probably thought I was his secretary and not his girlfriend. Though, technically, I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was just the girl he was f*cking and pretending to be his fake fiancée.

I watched as she walked away and then looked over at TJ, who was looking at his watch. He then looked up at me with a slightly cold expression. “So, think of any exes today, or were you just hoping to meet a new guy to try in bed?”

“What?” I snapped at him, annoyed. How was he going to turn this on me?

“You seem to work pretty fast.” He shrugged and I felt his hand on my leg again, even more aggressive than before. “I’m just wondering if you’re looking to compare f*ck buddies or something.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said, my voice growing louder. Where was this coming from?

“Just that you always seem to be thinking of another guy or chatting one up,” he snapped.

“What guys have I ever been chatting up?” I snapped back at him.

“Aside from that twat that was at the table with you?”

“We were talking.”

“Is that all you wanted?” he asked, his fingers pushing their way up to my panties. I felt his finger rubbing against me roughly and I gasped as my legs unconsciously spread to give him better access.