Page 14 of Defensive Hero
“This is Sandy, my new assistant.”
“Ah, yes! A pleasure to meet you, Sandy. Tell me, does my brother offer you combat pay? A bonus for pain and suffering, maybe?” Ray asks.
I jolt at his words and look up at him quickly. Brother? This is Wilson’sbrother? Now that I’m looking more closely, I can see the resemblance. They both have large, muscular frames and intense blue eyes, though Ray’s are warm where Wilson’s are pure ice.
Before I can think of a response, Penny interjects, “Be nice, Ray. We invited your brother to lunch to thank him for helping me break ties with my family, after all.” To me, she extends a delicate hand and adds, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sandy.”
I smile and shake her hand lightly. “Pleased to meet you, too. Thank you for allowing me to tag along to lunch.” I shoot a look at Wilson as I say this. How could he not tell me I’d be meeting his family? This is hardly the working lunch he’d implied. My leg starts to bounce under the table, the only available outlet for my sudden nerves.
The waitress arrives and takes our orders before disappearing again.
“Have you heard any more from your stepfather?” Wilson asks Penny. She shakes her head in response.
“Not a word, thanks to you. My mother has reached out. She said she’s going to hire a divorce attorney.”
Wilson nods along as she speaks. “Good. I’ll send you a few names of attorneys I recommend.”
“Thank you. And thank you for taking time out of your day to have lunch with us. We really do appreciate everything you did,” Penny says, shooting a significant look at Ray. He’s quiet at first, then jolts slightly with a grunt, and I suspect Penny has smacked his leg under the table.
“Yeah, yeah. We appreciate your help and all that. How are things at the firm?” Ray asks.
That starts a long conversation, during which I learn a good deal more about my boss. He isn’t only a senior associate, but also the heir apparent once his father, the elder Mr. Hile, decides to retire. I haven’t met Wilson’s father yet as he andhis wife have been on an extended European cruise to celebrate their anniversary.
Conversation is interrupted by the appearance of the waitress delivering our meals, then resumes as if there’d never been a pause. As Wilson and Ray move on to talking about Ray’s auto repair shop, Penny pulls me into a conversation across the table.
“How are you settling in? Ray said you moved quite a distance to come to Valor Springs. Do you like it so far?”
At her question, Ray and Wilson pause their own conversation, as if they are also interested in my response.
“I like it,” I say, my voice shakier than I’d like. I’m not usually so nervous around new people, but Ray and Penny aren’t just anyone. They’re Wilson’sfamily. “I was looking for a change, and Mr. Hile offered me an excellent opportunity. I haven’t seen much of Valor Springs yet, but I love what I’ve seen so far.”
My eyes swing to Wilson’s when I feel a hand caress my thigh. But his eyes are focused on Ray and Penny as his long fingers caress the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I bite back a whimper when his fingers climb under my skirt, tugging it up as he does so.
“Oh, have you been to Miss Annie’s bakery yet? You’ll love the cinnamon rolls!” Penny says excitedly.
What is she talking about? Cinnamon rolls? We’re at an Italian restaurant. I can’t focus on what she’s saying with Wilson’s hand causing a storm of lust in my body, his fingers leaving behind a trail of heat. I’m suddenly thankful for the dim lighting that helps to hide my expression.
“Miss Annie’s cinnamon rolls are Penny’s favorite,” Ray says with a heated look at his girlfriend. I can tell there is a story there, but I can’t focus long enough to ask.
Oh! I bury my teeth in my lower lip when Wilson’s finger grazes my sex over my panties. I part my legs wider to accommodate his hand, and it takes everything in me to not make a sound.
“Sandy picks up breakfast and coffee from Annie’s almost every morning. I’ve never eaten so many pastries in my life as I have this last week,” Wilson says, his deep voice a little bit raspy. Is he as affected as I am?
I should be contributing to the conversation, I know it, but for the life of me, I can’t focus. All coherent thought falls away when his middle finger moves over my sensitive nub, and I almost jerk in my chair when he presses against it with his knuckle.
God.
This is torture. To not be able to make a sound as the man teases my sex under the table, and he’s not even subtle about it. He doesn’t care that I could cry out in front of his brother and his girlfriend, let alone that we are in a restaurant.
Christ, I should be embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to make him stop. All it would take is grabbing his wrist, and I know he’d get the message. But…I don’t actually want him to stop, so I bite hard on my lip, not enough to tear skin but to curb my cries. He strokes my aching center with the pad of a finger, and I quickly take a sip of water to try and cool my heated body. As I do, I catch Penny’s eye, and I am almost certain she knows what’s happening. I can’t bring myself to care.
Wilson strokes my clit faster, causing my panties to grow wetter with every caress. He slides his finger under my pantiesand between my feminine lips where he uses his middle finger to gather moisture onto his thick digit. I jerk in the chair, rattling the table, when I feel him press his finger inside of me. He seems careful as he does so, which makes me question if he knows.
Surely not.
That would be so embarrassing if my boss knew I was a virgin.
“More embarrassing than getting fingered in front of your boss’s brother?” mocks a voice at the back of my mind, but I don’t get to think much more about it as his finger goes back to caressing me with slow, teasing strokes.