Page 73 of Tryst
“I still need time. Can you just keep that shit to yourselves until I can come to terms with it? It makes me feel violent.” He made a sour face. “The thought makes me really weird.”
“Whatever you need. As long as we can still be friends.”
He shook his head, snuffing his cigarette out in the black plastic ashtray. “If this had happened four months ago, I’d tell you to fuck off and never speak to you again, but just let me process it. I digress.”
“I’m not quite sure I get what you’re saying, but okay? Why four months ago? What happened then?”
“I said,I digress.”
We sat in silence, smoking and drinking for the next several hours. I wondered if Elizabeth was okay but didn’t want to be on my phone at the risk of him being annoyed and thinking I was texting her. He asked me to keep it between only us for a while, so I would do just that.
When I got back to my suite, I surprised Elizabeth.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
The adjoining door to her room swung open, and she gasped. “Vinny?!” She craned her neck around me.
“I traded him earlier, actually.”
“Wait.” she jerked her head back. “Lucas isn’t in there?”
I shook my head, leaning in the doorway, sliding my hands in my pockets. “He’s four suites down actually, next to the woman your mom wanted to set me up with.”
“Oh God.” She rolled her eyes. “Come in.”
I stepped through the threshold, leaving the door wide open. It was nice that we now had our own private area. She turned to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist, spinning her back around, and pulling her against me. “You look gorgeous.”
She pinned her lip between her teeth, smiling. “You look handsome.”
She trailed her fingers down my lapel and pulled me to her lips. “I’m not sure what to expect at dinner tonight.”
“Ha,” I chortled. “there’s so much drama to choose from.”
“Did it go okay with my dad?”
“I’m sure in time it’ll be okay.” I looped a strand of her hair behind her ear. “He’s more focused on the divorce right now.”
“Oh.” She averted her gaze.
Placing a finger under her chin, I forced her to look in mine. “Eyes on me.”
A hint of a smile emerged on her lips. “I wish we had time.”
“Oh, we will make time, princess.” I gripped the back of her hair, pulling her head back, placing my lips next to her neck. “I’ve fucking missed you.” I walked her backwards to the edge of the bed.
With a sultry grin, she fell back, propping up on her elbows. I slid my hands up her smooth, tanned legs, only to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties. I cocked a brow. “You were waiting to be fucked, weren’t you?”
She nodded. “Even more so when you show up at my door in a pinstriped suit. You know what that shit does to me.”
Smirking, I pressed my knee between her legs, unfastening my belt and unbuttoning my slacks.
“Don’t take it off.” She bit her lip, twirling her hair around her finger as she peered up into my eyes.
“Princess, you squirt every time I touch you.” I kneeled next to the edge of the bed, positioning her legs over the back of my shoulders. “You better not ruin it.”
“Don’t be so damn goo—”
I spread her lips, flicking my tongue up her slit to her clit.