Darkly (Follow Me 4)

Damned cute.

“Why fifteen?” I ask.

“Because fourteen was taken.”

Damn. So fucking cute! “I’m tagging you.”

“On a photo of oysters?”

“Sure. We’re sharing them, so why not?”

Nothing like oysters at my favorite place with a new friend. #oysters #dinnerout #bostonsfinest

Good thing I’m not paid to influence like Addison is. My post-writing skills suck. I tag Skye and the restaurant and then put the phone away and nod toward the oysters. “Ladies first.”

She chooses one of the smaller Blue Points and squeezes a few drops of lemon juice on it. Then she scoops it expertly on the fork and into her mouth and takes a sip of her martini. Damn. I was looking forward to watching her slurp the oyster directly onto her tongue.

Fuck.

“Just lemon?” I ask.

She swallows. “Yeah. It’s perfect.”

“I like a little cocktail sauce.”

“Amateur,” she says with a slight teasing tone.

I meet her gaze as I take one of the Moondancers, dab it with cocktail sauce, and hold it an inch from my lips. “We’ll see who the amateur is by the time this night is over.”

Chapter Four

Before I can fully appreciate the look of surprised awe on her dropped jaw, Cory returns to take our dinner orders.

Skye quicky closes her mouth and scans the menu. “I’ll have the pan-seared haddock with mashed potatoes and fresh veggies.”

“Salad?” Cory asks. “Or a cup of our amazing clam chowder?”

“No thank you.”

“Great. And you, Mr. Black?”

“I’ll have the fried oysters with a mixed green salad.” In my opinion, you can’t eat too many oysters.

“Dressing choice?” Cory asks.

“A balsamic vinaigrette.” I hand him my menu. “And bring us a bottle of your best white Burgundy.”

“Very good.” Cory nods and leaves the table.

I expertly slurp the oyster I’m still holding and let it glide down my throat. Perfectly salty and briny, with the zing of tomato and horseradish from the cocktail sauce. An explosion of flavor on my tongue, but all I can think about is what Skye tastes like between her legs.

Sweeter and tangier than any oyster, I’ll bet.

Skye is eyeing me as if I’m starring in a porn flick.

Nice.

I dab my napkin to my lips. “Do you enjoy your job, Skye?”