Page 57 of Love is So Mean
I eat a little more of my food and take a sip of wine before responding. “Now that you have me, I’ll show you.”
“Okay. There’s a lot of questions but I’m sure we have some time to go through them. Let’s talk about how we’re going to be in public.”
I grab my wine and stand to move to the other side of the table and sit next to her. Yasmeena narrows her eyes at me as I push down on her laptop to close it. I pick up her fork and get some of the meat, cheese, and pasta then steer the fork towards her face.
“Eat my damn food, woman.” There is no bark to my tone as I said it softly. “I cooked for four hours for you.”
“You don’t have to feed me, I’m still eat-”
I cut her off as I slipped the food in her mouth. Yasmeena gives me an evil eye while she chews but it’s more adorable than anything.
Chapter 33
Yasmeena
“How do you want to be touched in public?” I ask Enrique after he’s satisfied with the amount of food he’s shoved down my throat. Well, okay, not shoved.
“I want to be touched like I’m loved,” He says while looking at something on the phone.
I scratch my head not understanding what he means by that.
“I don’t understand.”
He looks up from the phone. “Hmm?” He snaps when his brain catches up. “That’s right.” He puts down his phone to give me his full attention,
“Tell me in terms of how or rather where you want my hands. Any terms of endearments?”
He grabs my hand since we’re still sitting next to each other. “When I’m in a relationship we hold hands,” he slips his fingers through mine then raises our joined hands and kisses the back of mine. “Touch my arm when you’re talking to me.” His hand grazes my bicep as an example. He leans in more. “Don’t be scared to be close.” He pecks my lips. “And kisses. I like kisses.”
“Hold hands? Like everywhere or just some places?” I look at him as he hasn’t moved back from sitting closer to me. I removeour joined hands and touch his thigh, “like this? To get your attention?”
He looks at my hand on his thigh and covers it with his hand. “That works. You can follow my lead and if unsure, just touch me how you see fit.”
“Okay, and you like kisses, so you feel like this will have people believing we’re a real couple rather than what is being said in the media?”
“It doesn’t help if we don’t show any kind of warmth or chemistry, it’ll definitely look fake and forced.”
“That’s true. Okay, I’ll practice initiating.” I lean in and peck his lips. I do it again as I practice touching him without hesitation then I break the kiss. “How’s that?”
Enrique cups my cheek and pulls me into another kiss. It’s something different about how his lips linger like they want to be connected to mine before he slowly releases me.
“Feel the difference?”
“Yeah, I’m sure others will see the difference as well. How about at the office? Are we keeping things… professional?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t mean that you forget that I exist until work is over either.”
“It’s not like I do it on purpose. In my head, at work you’re my COO, not my husband.”
“Understandable. I don’t expect for you to take meetings from my lap or anything. How do you want to enter work now? We may as well at least ride together.”
“That would be something… and we can ride together. You want to hold hands as well?”
“On the way into the office? That’s up to you. You can probably hold my arm if you think hand holding at work will be overselling it.”
“I don’t mind hand holding, I do know people will talk. All they do is talk at work. They think I don’t know but they justall seem to forget I’m in the same server chat. Anyways, not important, hand holding is fine. We’re not doing office sex as a regular, right?”
He chuckles like I made a joke. “It doesn’t need to be regular, besides,” He waves his hand to bring my attention to the space we’re in. “If we want to fuck that badly, you have a penthouse.” His face is serious again. “I’ll pay more attention to the chatter and shut it down.”