The ladies blow dried my hair, curled it, did my nails, toes and fingers, my makeup and then helped me with my dress. I thanked them and waited another thirty minutes to meet Drew in the dining room. I looked in the full length mirror, and for a fat chick, I looked hot.
I knew how anal Drew was about punctuality and decided to make him wait. I smiled down at my phone when I was being escorted to his table, fifteen minutes late. He lowered his when he saw me.
“You are stunning,” he said, standing and kissing my cheek.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Drew wasn’t wearing his sexy jeans or his customary suit. He was in gray dress slacks with a black cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up on his arms.
He was sporting a neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow, and I was no longer hungry, not for food anyway. I wanted to fucking devour him right there.
“Flying solo,” I asked, trying to keep cool.
He smiled. He knew exactly what I was hinting at.
“Yes. She’s in Vegas.”
“Where’s the paperwork?” I asked.
“We’re not signing it until tomorrow morning.”
Other than the fact that I didn’t really lie to Dawson I was pissed. I didn’t want to be Drew’s pawn.
I stood up. I would meet him the next morning for the important business that he insisted that I had to be there twenty four hours early.
He lightly took my wrist. “Sit down, Morgan,” he demanded. I didn’t want to sit down. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and make a scene right there. I couldn’t. His spellbinding stare forced me to sit; besides he had rented out the whole fucking room. We were the only ones there.
He smiled. “How’s my baby?” he asked.
You have got to be kidding me.
“My baby is doing great,” I smartly said.
He grinned. “You might want to watch the tone. I have been waiting for three months to bend you over my knee.”
Stupid fucking vagina. You do remember that we are panty-less?”
“What do you want Drew?” I asked, exasperated.
He stood and took my hand. “Lets dance.”
Huge mistake. Being in Drew’s arms, smelling him, touching him, feeling his heartbeat, did something to me. I can’t explain that either. It just did. There was a chemistry between us that Dawson and I didn’t have. We never did. This understanding between Drew and I was something that had always been there, even when I hated him, and it confused the hell out of me. But I also knew what Drew, and I had been about… passion, and that passion was in the bedroom. Drew wouldn’t be the man that I wanted my baby to be raised by.
“Are you wearing panties,” he asked.
Drew had a one track mind, and it was focused right between my thighs.
I shook my head. “No,” I answered, looking up to his accomplished smile.
He lowered his hand to the side of my belly and his lips to mine, and I freaking parted them for him. I even moaned in his mouth. I was doomed.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he whispered, kissing my neck as I moved it back and to the side giving him full access.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
Drew slid his hand between my legs, raising just the front of my dress. I grabbed his hand and regained my equanimity.
“I didn’t mean right now,” I protested.
“Move your hand,” he demanded.
What the fuck? I looked around to the empty room and moved my hand. I thought for sure I would fall when I felt his fingers glide slowly up my throbbing, betraying, wet *.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he rasped in the crook of my neck as his fingers did forbidding things in a public setting. I could only respond with a moan.
I was going to fucking come. I was going to let go right there on the empty dance floor. He grinded into me, and I could feel his rock hard rod on my stomach. I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me right that second. I would have lain spread eagle right there on the marble dance floor. I didn’t care who saw. I actually felt a little excitement at the thought of being watched.
“Shit, Drew,” I whimpered.
“Come to me, baby,” he whispered. I did. We shared a moan in each other’s mouth as my walls constricted around his fingers.
“I hate you,” I panted.
Drew laughed and removed his fingers from me. I looked around once again at the empty room. It was one of those times where you felt like you were being watched.
Whether we were or not, I didn’t know, but it sure felt like there were eyes staring at us.
“I love you, and I love you,” he said, bending and kissing my belly.
Great…
Drew led me back to the table, and I knew for sure we were being watched during our public, well my public orgasm, I should say. As soon as we were seated we were served our meals. I wasn’t surprised that they had already been ordered. Drew was known for ordering for me. I didn’t mind. He always did okay.
“You can’t stay with me,” I told Drew matter-of-fact. He couldn’t. I was trying my best to be true to Dawson. If I let him come anywhere close to me where there was an accessible bed, I was finished. Hell, I had just let him finger me on the freaking dance floor for God’s Sake.
“Yes I can,” he said, twirling his noodles around his fork.