She fidgeted in her seat, legs pressed together. “What?” she asked, distracted, a little breathless. “Oh, I see.”
Her answer didn’t make sense, but no worries.
“Mm-hmm.” I leaned back in my chair, drawling. “And you sweetheart? How have you been?”
She blinked, still having a hard time breathing. Oh shit, that big rack was so beautiful, straining against her thin blouse. Were her nipples showing again? Of course they were. My hands itched to reach forward and tweak one, but they remained by my side, slack and still.
“Me?” she whispered, before blinking once, hard.
“Yes. How have you been?”
“Oh.” Her blush grew darker as she looked around the library, avoiding my gaze. Involuntarily, the female glanced in the direction of the restroom.
My grin deepened.
There was no doubt at this point. Laney was thinking about it. Hell, she had probably thought about it nonstop since last week. I bet she’d spent the last seven days soaking wet, re-living the memories.
“Cat got your tongue sweetheart? Or is there just a lot on your mind?”
The girl licked her lips then, unable to take her eyes off me. That gaze was glazed-over, like she was dying to be kissed.
So I did something just as good. I scooted over slightly so that our knees just touched under the table. Slowly, my hand slipped under the hem of that dress, feeling the silkiness of her skin.
Fuck. That felt good. It would feel even better against my cock.
Her eyes widened, blinking in realization.
“Oh! Mr. Evercore. I mean, I don’t think now’s the time for …” Her voice trailed off.
I chuckled. “You sure about that, sweetheart? There’s a time for everything, and now is just as good as any.”
The woman cleared her throat, looking down before swallowing heavily.
“We should really get started on our assignment,” came that delicious murmur.
Okay. Two could play at this game.
“As you wish,” came my rumble. I withdrew my hand and waited for Laney to continue. If she wanted to do the professional act for a little while longer, then so be it. Because in the end, I would have her there were no two ways about it. I was Mason Evercore, ruthless billionaire and she’d be eating out of my hand in no time.
The girl swallowed once more before straightening her skirt and looking me in the eye. Those pupils were dilated, the caramel pools wide and hungry. But there was business at hand, so her voice came out moderated and clear.
“So after our discussion last week, I thought you might be interested in putting together an article about the nutritional benefits of prison food.”
I almost choked on laughter. The nutritional benefits of prison food? Please. There were none. The slop they gave us in the cafeteria was as close to dogfood as legally possible. The only saving grace was that I was allowed to use the kitchen to prepare my own meals, hot and delicious. Otherwise, I’d probably be suffering from jaundice or scurvy, or both come to think about it.
Cocking an eyebrow, I shot her an amused look.
“You know, there isn’t much to say about the vittles here. Every day you get a choice of either brown or green slop,” came my drawl.
Laney furrowed her brows in confusion.
“I’m sorry? But didn’t you say you cooked?”
My grin became wider.
“Exactly honey. That’s different from prison food. Not everyone can use the kitchen. Only those who have demonstrated good behavior. Besides, there are only a limited number of slots throughout the day, and you’ve gotta sign up well ahead of time.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”
“If you want, I could give you a tour,” came my offer. “There shouldn’t be anyone in the kitchen right now,” I said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
Laney brightened.
“That’s a good idea,” she replied, cheeks flushed. “It’s research on how food is prepared at the San Nemo. Maybe we can use it for our article.”
I shot her a look.
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Come on, let’s go.”
But my instincts were unerring. Because this whole time we’d been talking, there’d been that smell again. The sweet scent of deliciously aroused cunt, and sure enough, as Laney got up, there it was. Just like the first time we met, a smear of wetness had formed on the seat. Quickly, my fingers reached over to sweep along the hard plastic, before bringing them to my lips.
“Mmm, sweetheart,” came my low, throaty rasp, eyes gleaming as they held hers. “You’re just as delicious as last time.”
She gasped, eyes going wide, plump body quivering.
But this wasn’t the place. Besides, we’d be there soon enough.
“Come on,” I commanded, indicating the door. “Let’s visit the kitchen.”
Laney lingered for a moment, demurely brushing her skirt down and pushing the chair under the table. Oh hell yeah, that wet smear was still there. But there was nothing we could do about it now.