Page 31 of Jealous Wife
Zoey knew she should have felt bad about the way that Ava was behaving—after all, she played a part in turning this woman into an empty husk—but, at the same time, she couldn’t pity her. Ava had wanted this. She’d begged Rollo to fuck around. If she regretted the choice, she had no one to blame but herself.
“Zoey,” Rollo said sternly as they got comfortable in their seats.
She immediately turned toward him, a wide smile on her lips. Rollo was leaning back in his chair, his arm resting on the back of hers. His striped shirt was open at the neck, at least three buttons undone. Zoey could see the dark, thick hairs on his chest, climbing to get out of his shirt.
“Yes?” Zoey said sweetly, a grin naturally appearing on her lips.
“About next week,” Rollo said. “I think we should tidy up the lab. There’s a lot of junk in there at the moment. We don’t have enough room to breathe, let alone move around.”
Zoey opened her mouth to reply, but her father got there first.
“Please don’t talk shop now,” he said, clearly annoyed but keeping his tone polite. “We’re here to enjoy each other’s company, not talk about work.”
Rollo looked like a child who had just been disciplined for the first time. His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted. Zoey patted him on the forearm.
“We’ll talk about this later,” she said. “Don’t worry.”
Rollo didn’t reply. Instead, he leaned his arm farther on the back of Zoey’s chair, his arm almost around her shoulders. Zoey felt a shiver jolt across her skin at their closeness.
She risked a glance over to him, looking through her lashes at his face. Confidence was oozing out of him. He was sitting back in the chair like he owned the restaurant.
It was such a stark difference from when they’d first met. He’d been so meek and bland, almost comparable to vanilla. Now he was cocky and self-assured. The change had only made him more attractive. Not only was he impossibly sexy, now he looked like a man who knew what he wanted and would do anything to get it.
They all sat there, looking through the menus as they tried to figure out what to eat. Zoey knew this place was way out of her father’s budget. The menu didn’t even have prices displayed. It was clear to her that this was a pissing contest. Her father was trying to seem bigger and better in front of this new, mysterious man who had whisked his daughter away.
Rollo didn’t seem bothered. He perused the menu without saying a word, his face looking so plain and boring. Zoey didn’t want that. She wanted to make him squirm. She wanted him to take her from the table and fuck her in the restroom.
As she sat in the uncomfortable wood chair, she moved around, bending her spine. She tried to make it look as innocent and realistic as possible, but she knew that wasn’t going to totally fool her parents.
Zoey let her arm move from her leg to Rollo’s, her fingers grasping his thigh. She kept her head down, looking at the menu but not really paying attention to it, while glancing at Rollo out of the corner of her eye.
He hadn’t reacted at all, from what she could see. His hands held the menu up as his eyes drifted over the words and pictures printed there. Disheartened, Zoey knew she needed to up her game.
She let her hand slide up his thigh slowly, her fingers digging into his flesh. Beside her, Rollo gulped. She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat. A normal enough event, but Zoey knew it was because of her wandering hand.
There was nothing else for her to do but keep on moving it, higher and higher up his thigh. Rollo shifted in his seat, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders, but he still didn’t rip his eyes from the menu.
No matter how hard she grabbed and tugged, Rollo didn’t flinch. Zoey could feel her insides starting to get hot with anger. Why wasn’t he squirming the way she wanted him to? Why wasn’t he glancing over to her, begging her to stop with his eyes?
Maybe he likes it, Zoey thought.Maybe he likes it when I fondle him like this, out in the open…
That was a much better thought. Instead of going slowly, Zoey knew she needed to make a bold move. She moved her hand higher and across, grabbing hold of his crotch in her palm.
Within a couple of seconds, she felt his cock starting to grow beneath her hand. Suppressing a smile, Zoey turned to her father and toyed with her red hair with her free hand.
“What do you have your eye on, Daddy?” She asked sweetly.
Her father had his head down, his eyes focusing intently on the menu. She couldn’t help but wonder if he’d seen what she was doing and was keeping his eyes down like that on purpose.
It took her father a moment to acknowledge her. When he did, he snapped his head up and looked into her eyes.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, sounding kind of dazed. “What did you ask?”
“What do you have your eye on?” Zoey repeated.
“Everything looks great,” her father said slowly. “I can’t decide.”
“Mmm,” Zoey agreed, before flicking her head over to Rollo beside her. “You know what you want, don’t you, Boss?”