Page 10 of Resist
Did I just get friend approved? A lesser man would puff his chest out right now, maybe even beat it like an ape. But not me, I simply cover a smile with a cough into my fist like a normal person.
“What? No.” Cecelia’s eyes widen as she shakes her head. “I bumped into him at the bottom of the stairs. It’s not what you think.”
“It could be if you want it to be.”
Cecelia’s face goes bright red at my shameless flirtation. She’s wearing a red band, she’s off limits, but nothingsays I can’t flirt with her and make her cheeks stain that beautiful deep hue of pink.
Phoenix flicks a brow before running her tongue across her top row of teeth. “Uh huh. Sure, sure. Whatever.” She waves a hand. “You’re not leaving. So if you’re not going to hang with Sterling, I’ll have to find someone else to tie you up so you can’t bolt.” The satisfied smirk on Phoenix’s face says ‘checkmate.’
Now there’s a thought. The idea of tying this goddess down, having her helpless and at my mercy, stirs my dick in my pants.
I’m normally not a one-track-minded man, but my blood was hot before I stepped into the club, then it flamed again when that asshole thought he could lay hands on a woman without consent. And while Cecelia calmed it for a little while, it’s like this woman has poured gasoline on an open flame and stoked it with those six inch heels she’s precariously balanced on.
Cecelia opens her mouth to speak, snaps it shut, then opens it again, but no words come out.
“Cecelia was just telling me she wants to head over to the viewing rooms to see if anything tickles her fancy.” My tone is cool and breezy as Phoenix registers what I’ve said.
It’s a downright lie. I know it. Cecelia knows it. And I’m pretty sure Phoenix knows it too. She’s a shrewd one.
“Oh, she did, did she?” She turns to Cecelia. “Did you say that to Sterling,Cecelia?” Her voice is laden with sarcasm and her expression full of scrutiny as she studies her friend.
Cecelia stares at me before meeting Phoenix’s gaze then nods. “I did. Sterling offered to give me a tour but it hasn’t been that long since I’ve been here. And I wouldn’t want to keep him from his responsibilities.”
Her cool fingers touch my forearm sending tiny joltsof electricity skittering along my skin. Huh. That’s unusual, but not unwelcome.
“Ooooooh,” Phoenix drawls. “Jagger’s covering for him right now. Take all the time you need.” There’s a heavy suggestion in her voice that makes me smile. Am I attracted to Phoenix’s friend? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Do I care that Phoenix has noticed that it’s likely written all over my face? Nope.
Is the feeling mutual? I don’t know.
I can’t tell whether Cecelia wants to fuck me or kill me. From the way her face is schooled, it could probably go either way. But from the way her eyes periodically flick to me when she seems to think I’m not looking tells me I might still have a chance to make her smile.
Or maybe even more.
I hold my arm out to her, and she stares at it the way she did my outstretched hand only a few minutes ago. “My lady.” I flare my elbow as if to tell her to take my arm.
Phoenix rolls her lips between her teeth and folds her arms, pushing her impressive rack even higher. From the waist up, she’s giving slutty Bridgerton vibes tonight, and, while she isn’t interested in cock, it’s a damn shame for all men everywhere. She’s absolutely gorgeous, ethereal even.
Cecelia glances at Phoenix before hissing out a slow sigh like she’s resigned to the fact that she’s backed herself into a corner. She’s either got to take a turn about the room with me, or see who Phoenix picks out from the crowd for her to chat with.
Better the devil you know.
Metaphorically speaking.
Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’d like to think I’m the better option, and not solely because my dick wants her to toot my horn for me.
My palm itches to press against the shiny fabric of heroutfit on her lower back, but the red band on her arm and the red stripes on her catsuit flare like a beacon warding me off.
No contact of any kind until I receive consent. It’s one of the first tenets of kink, and one I won’t ever break.
When Cecelia links her arm through mine, I resist the urge to fist pump like a frat boy watching a football game. Barely. Fuck. I’m not starved for attention or affection, I have a sizable list of regular playmates should I wish to indulge, but something about this woman’s cool exterior has summoned a curiosity in me.
Phoenix cants her head as though she wasn’t expecting it to happen either. “Interesting,” she purrs. “Well, you kids have fun.” She shrugs and turns back to the cross and the growing crowd waiting for her next demo. Her taut bronze ass peeking through those assless chaps is glorious, and what’s more, she knows it, too.
“I guess you’re stuck with me.” I give my reluctant company a sideward glance as I lead her to one of the corridors that stem off the main space. “At least until Phoenix forgets her threat.” I follow that with a chuckle, because if you’ve known Phoenix any length of time, you’ll know there’s little to no chance of that happening.
Cecelia snorts. “Not likely. Foxy won’t forget.”