Adjusting myself on the couch, I placed my hand on my upper thigh. I knew with the way I was sitting, my legs slightly open and my light grey slacks being a little snug, there’d be the slightest outline of my dick for her to see.
As if on cue, her eyes drifted down to my hand and then immediately back up to meet my gaze before averting her eyes once again. I could see her jaw moving as if she was biting the inside of her cheek, and I couldn’t help my grin. She had no idea the effect she was having on all the cocks at our table.
“I’ll have three fingers of scotch, princess.”
She looked at the hand on my thigh once more before meeting my eyes again with a nod. “I’ll get that right away, sir. I … if you need anything else, my name is Emma,” she stuttered, giving me a nervous smile before she walked off.
Luke laughed. “Shit, Mase. I think you scared the poor girl.”
They all chuckled. I shook my head with a smile as I watched her small frame walk to the bar. That was mild compared to what I wanted to do.
I looked toward Drew. “How are your wife and kids?” I asked, getting the topic off me.
Drew started to spill details of marriage with his wife Mandy. He seemed to be happy being tied down with a handful of kids. I was asked many times in the past when I’d finally settle down and have a family, but it wasn’t something I’d ever consider doing. I envied those who could take that leap and put their all into one relationship. I’d never met anyone who made me want to commit, but that was a good thing because there was too much in my life to take any sexual relationship I had to the next level.
Drew rattled on and Luke joined in on the conversation, giving me a chance to look toward the bar. Emma was standing there with two other women who were looking in my direction. They weren’t hiding their stares. I recognized them as the ones standing outside in line waiting to get in. The one with short, blonde hair smiled and then leaned in to whisper something into Emma’s ear. When she pulled back, Emma slowly turned her head to look in my direction, biting her bottom lip. She looked right at me, eyes wide, and then turned away quickly. Placing a hand on her cheek, she said something to the bartender as he placed some drinks on her tray. After he walked off, she grabbed her tray and whispered again to the women who were still looking in my direction. They nodded with a smile and Emma walked away with her tray.
I watched her as she delivered drinks, studying her every move. She was captivating. She rarely made eye contact with anyone, but held a smile on her face. It was as if she were using her smile as a mask. She was getting looks from every corner of the room and yet she didn’t acknowledge them at all, or maybe she just didn’t notice.
Resting my elbow on the arm of the couch, I rubbed at the stubble on my face. I liked the fact that she didn’t realize how beautiful she was. She was exactly the kind of woman I went after, the kind who fulfilled my craving. She was unsure of herself and tried to hide it with a smile, but I could see past it. I’d always been able to see past a fa?ade because I also wore a mask every day.
In that moment, I got the urge to break her down. I would approach her and she’d eventually let me in. They always did.
She turned from her last customer and headed in my direction, my glass being the last on her tray. As she approached, she looked everywhere but directly at me. I smirked at her attempt to avoid eye contact.
When she got to the table, the guys quieted as she placed a napkin on the table before setting my glass on top. “Can I get you gentlemen anything else?” she asked.
“Nope, I think we’re good,” Luke answered as he looked around at everyone’s full drinks.
I leaned down and picked up my glass, taking a swig as I watched her tap nervously on the tray she held under her arm.
She nodded at Luke and smiled softly. “If you need anything, please just flag me down. I’ll check on you shortly,” she assured. She looked at me briefly before turning and walking back toward the bar.
The guys and I talked for another twenty minutes before I was ready to go. I wasn’t much of a social person, so it was rare I’d even go out. It all led back to me being self-contained. The more you talked to others on a personal level, the more questions they asked. It was why my weekends usually consisted of fucking. There was no talking while I was pounding my dick into a tight pussy, unless I commanded it.
I downed the last of my scotch and pulled my phone out to check the time. I had numerous missed texts, but noticed one from Rachel.
Rachel: Condo?
I debated on whether or not I should reply. She knew not to text me about meeting. The arrangement was on my terms. I did it that way so she wouldn’t get attached; plus, she’d just been to my condo three days prior. I limited our meets to twice a month, if that. If she was starting to get attached, I’d have to eliminate our time together.
Me: Not tonight.
My phone vibrated with a return text immediately.