Page 26 of The Originals

Meg eyed the chair, still in a little shock.

“Didn’t think I had any manners?” He teased.

Her cheeks heated. “Aside from one date, and I’m pretty sure he was just trying to get laid, no one’s ever donethisgentlemanly gesture.” Meg sat down, and Mick followed suit, pulling the other chair next to her. His leg brushed against hers, and his hand wrapped over her knee. Even through a thick layer of denim, she felt his touch straight to her core.

“Did it work for him?”

Meg chuckled. “No.”

Mick leaned closer, tightening his hold. His beard brushed against her cheek, and he whispered in her ear. “Is it working for me?”

Yes!

Meg clamped her lips together, fighting against the blood rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure if it was his good looks, the rumble of his deep voice, or both, but she wiggled slightly in her seat and angled her head. They were only a breath apart. He stared back at her as if she was the only woman in the room, possibly the world. Maybe that was his MO.It’s working, Mick.However, she wasn’t going to let him know that.

The corner of her mouth curled. “Maybe.”

He grinned. “It’s not a no.”

The moment felt so intimate that she was willing him to kiss her. Even in a rowdy, crowded room, she wanted to kiss him. His smile grew, and he arched his brow as if daring her to make the first move. Meg looked down at his mouth, remembering their kiss from the other night. Had they been anywhere private and kissed, she had no doubt he could’ve done just about anything, and she would’ve loved it.

Meg was just about to lean in, completely giving in to temptation. But a loud clank on the table had her sitting straight and looking up at the woman at the end of the table.

Colleen smiled. “I thought you guys might want some beers.”

Meg looked at the two bottles. One was a brand she hadn’t heard of, and another was the kind she’d been drinking. She’d remembered. Meg grabbed the bottle and lifted it an inch.

“Thank you.”

Colleen nodded with a sweet smile then turned to Mick. Her smile faltered, and she held up her hands, walking backward.

“Sorry for the interruption.”

What? Colleen didn’t look necessarily scared, but as if she’d made a mistake. Meg elbowed Mick, who was scowling at the bartender.

“You’re giving her a death stare when all she did was bring us beers.”

Mick sighed, looking over at her. “Wasn’t all she did. Like Coll said, she interrupted.”

Meg held back her smile. It seemed Mick was in tune with her enough to know she was going to kiss him before Colleen showed up. Maybe he’d wanted it just as much as she did. Meg lifted her bottle, slowly wrapping her lips around the head, and kept her eyes on Mick. He was fixated on her mouth. She took a long pull from the bottle then licked her lips. He tore his eyes from her lips and turned to the table, resting his elbows. He aggressively grabbed the bottle and took a long swig. He was definitely frustrated, which only made Meg scoot her chair closer and wrap her arm around his bicep. He stilled under her touch and slowly tilted his head.

Meg leaned in, inches from his mouth.So close.Had this happened five seconds earlier, she probably would have ignored the rambunctious hollering. Meg spun her head, and in the center of the room Bebe had taken center stage. The music was loud, and she was grinding on another man’s crotch, shaking her ass with her gaze locked in their direction.But she’s not looking at me.

Bebe grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head, displaying her large breasts for everyone to see. Meg snorted and rolled her eyes. She slyly peeked over at Mick. He hadn’t moved. He was still leaning on the table, looking at Meg.

“You’re missing the show.” Even Meg could hear the bite in her tone.

“I don’t want a show.” His gaze heated. “I only want you.”

It could have been a line. For all Meg knew, Mick had used it hundreds of times. She wasn’t sure how many women had fallen for it. But he was about to add one more to the list. Meg was done fighting against her attraction.

“Can we leave now?” Meg asked, watching his jaw square. It was clear he was not happy with her question.

“Want me to take you home?”

She leaned closer and dropped her hand to his thigh, inches away from his cock. “I want you to take me to your bed.”

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