Page 57 of Offensive Plays

I roll my eyes and reach for it. He snatches it back.

"Hey!"

"Uh-uh, you need to enjoy it. Close your eyes."

I narrow my eyes at him but do as he says. "Now lean forward and open your mouth."

"People are watching," I remind him.

"Do as your told, Libby." His voice is strong and commanding and I suddenly get a flashback of our messages. The things he said he'd do to me.

I lean forward, opening my mouth open for him.

"Good girl," he says, low and husky.

Oh my god...what is he doing to me? How am I so turned on right now?

He pushes the bread onto my tongue, and I accept it. I lick the tip of his finger as I close my mouth around it.

The bread tastes heavenly. But somehow, being served by Michael takes it to a whole other level.

I open my eyes to see his jaw slightly slacked as he watches me eat.

I lick my lips and he gulps.

Ok…we’ve avoided this long enough.

“I have a proposition for you,” I say, reaching for another piece of bread.

He sits back and tilts his head, waiting for me to continue. “I’m listening.”

“BlindBang,” I say.

“What about it?”

“That wasn’t our doing. We actually matched on there.”

He nods.

“Which means, despite all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together, we have several reasons why we should just… have a little fun.”

“Really? You have several reasons?” He leans forward and rests his head on his hands never breaking his gaze. “Tell me about them.”

“Well, for one. We can trust that neither of us are serial killers. I know you. You know me.”

“That’s valid. I for one am not a serial killer,” he agrees.

“Right, and I can confirm that neither am I. We both aren’t looking for a relationship.”

Something flashes across his features when I say this. “Right?”

“Right,” he says. “I’m way too busy with my career.”

“And I’m about to get busier than ever.”

“So what are you suggesting, Libby?”

I give a quick scan of the restaurant to make sure we’re not being watched.