Bait

“It’s a good start.” I smile. “I’m kinda digging the unfolding mystery thing.”

“See if you still feel like that when you get more of the picture. You look incredible by the way,” he says, and my cheeks burn. “It’ll be a shame to tear that dress off you later.”

My clit tingles so hard I clench my thighs.

“You’re looking pretty incredible yourself.”

“I can polish up,” he says, and then he lowers his voice. His eyes are dark and dangerous, his brows heavy. “When the band finishes this evening, you will leave. You won’t look for me. You’ll say your goodbyes to your friends and you’ll make your excuses. You’ll leave via the Cathedral walk and head down to the old bridge.”

I’m too horny to hide it. Even my voice is dripping as I speak “And until then?”

My heart jumps as his hand slips into mine. “And until then you introduce me to everyone. Until then we have regular fun like regular people at a summer barbeque.”

“And what shall I introduce you as?” I ask, hardly daring to meet his eyes. “As a client, or…”

My voice trails off when he snakes his hand around my waist and pulls me tight. His palm is hot through the satin.

Hot enough to make me tingle.

So many eyes on me. On us.

So much whispering and gossip and chatter about the sinister looking businessman at my side.

And I love it.

I’ve never been so happy to be on display as I am next to him.

“I think we go with the or, don’t you?” he says.PhoenixI love seeing her like this.

She’s in her element and she doesn’t even know it. She’s a natural as she works the event. Gracious and vivacious as she makes introductions with my hand tight in hers.

I’ve never been so happy to be on public display as I am next to her.

Her dress is a perfect drape of satin. Her hair smells of coconut and hours of styling. Her makeup is flawless even after a greasy burger.

And she’s mine.

Even though there’s a whole fucking jigsaw of secrets still to dust off between us, she’s mine.

I intend to keep it that way.

It’s the first Saturday daytime I’ve spent away from both Cam and work in over a year. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t be here, not with the business still precariously trading and Cam’s speech intermittent at best.

But these aren’t normal circumstances.

I had to see her like this.

I had to be here to watch her sparkle on her own turf.

I can’t wait to show her the sparkles on mine later.

She gets jittery as the band starts up and evening draws in. She’s pressed tight to my side as we gather at the bandstand. My hand is on her hip and hers is on top, her fingers threaded through mine as she bops her head to the beat.

I should be watching them but I’m watching her.

The set list takes an age. My cock is throbbing for her long before the band are done.

I pull her in front of me between songs and hitch up against her ass as the crowd applauds the musicians on stage.

I feel her breath quicken as she reaches back for me.

“Soon,” I remind her and she nods. She rests her head back against my shoulder and rocks her hips to the beat.

It takes all of my restraint not to drag her behind a trestle table and fuck her until they hear her screams over the music.

I wince at the ache in my balls when I pull away from her and make my exit.

I feel her eyes on me all the way as I retreat into the last of the evening sun.

My truck is waiting in the car park. I take the route I’ve already mapped out, pulling into a short stay space down by the old bridge.

I get out and position myself between two buildings, out of view of the road and invisible until the last minute from the direction she’ll be travelling in.

She’ll walk right past me without a clue, that’s what I count on.

And she does.

I’ve only been waiting twenty minutes when I hear her heels heading in my direction. I’m ready for her as she turns the corner and carries on down the street none the wiser.

She doesn’t even have time to squeak when I snatch her. Her legs barely flail before I bundle her straight up and into my backseat.

“No questions,” I snap, before I close the door. “You ask me where we’re going and I’ll hurt you, understand?”

Her eyes are wide as she nods at me.

I slam the door and jump up into the driver’s seat. I’m pushing the speed limit as I head out onto the Worcester road with my pretty little piece of bait on the backseat.

“Don’t fucking look at me,” I snarl as I catch her gaze in the rearview. She drops back down onto the seat. “Don’t look outside, either. You’ll go wherever I say we’re fucking going and you’ll keep your mouth fucking closed.”