Page 5 of Hotwife
“There you two are!” Eva’s muddled accent sang through the hall. “We’re all waiting for you two before we do our roses and thorns before dismissing.” Eva shoved between Bianca and me and looped her elbows with ours, walking us back to the tearoom like we were all grade school children. I casted a quick and curious glance over my shoulder down the dark walkway. The thumping bass had evaporated.
Eva must have noticed my glance with a huff. “I apologize in advance if you had the displeasure of meeting our… guest.”
“Guest? Oh, Eva, how economical of you to rent out a room. I think that’s a great idea,” I chimed just as we stepped into the tea-room, unable to help myself. Bianca looked over at me with wide-eyed amusement, and the chatter in the room hushed.
Dropping our elbows and recoiling like a snake, Eva’s head did a slight twitch that would have been disconcerting if she wasn’t a tiny five feet tall in heels. I noticed Cora in the corner pause mid-bite of a cucumber sandwich and I repressed a snort.
“Though a small-town southern girl like you may mistake our home for a grand hotel, Dolly, no, we are not renting our rooms.” I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows as the room fell silent. The ladies’ eyes bugged out and a few subtle gasps emanated across the space. Okay, that was a burn but surely didn’t warrant shock and awe…
Suddenly, I felt a warm, hard body brush past me ever so slightly. It was the workout man, dripping wet, onyx hair slicked back, still shirtless, with bright black and crimson tattoos on full display. Now, he’d changed from his black workout pants to sporting those indecent as-fuck grey sweatpants. Okay, yeah, this warranted some gasps.
“Desmond!” Eva shrieked, clutching her fists at her side, her face maroon with annoyance.
An image of a cartoon steam train flashed through my mind before my thoughts were lassoed by the man, Desmond, meeting my eyes. “Pardon me if I steal another bite.” My breath caught in my throat and my knees wobbled remembering his nibble on my neck just ten minutes prior. The bite that sent shock waves to my panties. Surely he wasn’t going to do that again here… Elsewhere, though, I may have liked.
“I love sweets,” he said, smirking as he popped the lid off my container and grabbed the biggest square, straightening, as he took a bite and smudged frosting off his bottom lip with his thumb.
I orgasmed.
I think we all did, judging by the bulging eyes. Cora picked up a napkin and began fanning herself. Bitch, I needed a fan, too. No, I needed an entire ice-bath.
“See you soon, Dorthea,” Desmond whispered ever so slightly as I gaped up at him. He was tall. Really freaking tall. He moved out of my way, brownie in hand.
“Goodbye, Desmond,” Eva squawked as he shot us all a devious smirk, giving Eva a mock salute on his way out.
When I tell you, the flurry of questions and excitement that erupted when he was out of earshot was delirium inducing. It was the most action that stuffy little tearoom had ever seen.
It probably wasn’t the only time Eva had used her fainting couch, however. She dropped with a flourish, dramatically placing an arm on her forehead as the ladies swarmed. “Who was that?” “What the heck Eva, spill!” “Was that your secret boyfriend?”
“I simply cannot speak of this, ladies. I’m sorry, it’s too hard on my nerves and I have a breast augmentation coming up. I have to be in tiptop health and stress free or I fear for my recovery.” Eva exhaled dramatically.
The questions took a life of their own, like a rubber ball bouncing around the room. My chest squeezed at that last question, though. Surely, judging by her reaction, that wasn’t her lover, right?
Pouring a glass of ice water, I knelt by Eva’s side, deciding to take the southern woman approach of catching more flies with honey than with vinegar.
“Here sweetie, hydrate. It’s not worth the frown lines,” I cooed, sounding disconcertingly like my mother.
That seemed to be a language she understood. Sitting up and smoothing her white skirt, she accepted the water and took a small sip. “Thank you, Dolly. I apologize if you’ve felt that I’ve been short. My stress levels have just been through the roof with Desmond being here.”
“I can imagine,” I play-sympathized. The woman had a home spa and a personal chef. She was the least-stressed person in Washington. Cora and Meredith gave me a reassuring and eager nod. “Who is he and why’s he here? Do you want me to get Cedric to talk to Henry?”
Eva inhaled a raucous laugh. “If only, sweet girl, if only. Desmond is Henry’s son from his first marriage.” She spat as if admitting her husband’s former nuptials was a disgusting faux pas. “He’s moving to Seattle and staying here until he finds a place. Which should be perfectly simple being that we’ve offered to buy him any home he wants.” She took another sip of water and sniffled, though there were no tears in sight. “He’s an ungrateful, thirty-year-old caveman who refuses Henry’s generous offers, saying he wants to find and buy a place on his own. God knows how long that’s going to take.” Eva huffed. “He travels across the country grifting or whatever the hell he does. He’s dreadful, ladies. I made Henry make the oaf promise not to be seen by anyone here, much less interrupt my gatherings. I am simply mortified. I know you all noticed how utterly rude and boarish he is.”
“Oh yes, we noticed,” Bianca wiggled her eyebrows, causing Meredith to elbow her in the ribs. I pursed my lips to resist grinning like a cheshire cat.
So the hunky biter was Eva’s stepson.
How did he know my name? My full name at that. My brain spun with questions. How did he know about my connection to sharks and what did he mean by, “See you later”?
My palms ached, remembering the hot, hard feeling of his bare chest so close to me. Neck still tingling, I bit my lip to remember the feel of his teeth.
The urge to race home, pull open my laptop, and cyber stalk this man was strong. The equal urge to crawl into bed and pull a vibrator from my nightstand warmed between my thoughts and thighs.
And I would do both.
But I had to cook dinner for my husband first.
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