Mr. Temptation

He nodded, his fingers creating a crazy trail of excited nerve-endings over her thighs, edging ever closer to her nested hub that now throbbed and begged for more.

‘Yes, agony.’

He dropped his gaze to his water glass, taking it up with his free hand and sipping at it, a look of deliberation on his face as he scanned the room. He appeared detached, a dizzying contrast to the hand under the table, which certainly wasn’t. He nudged at her thighs and excitement swelled, her legs parting ever so slightly to grant him greater access.

‘You know, everyone is enjoying their meals.’ His hand curved over the very top of her thigh and smoothed inwards, the move coaxing out a small whimper as she narrowed her sights on him and mentally pleaded for him not to stop. Even though he must, because they shouldn’t. Not here.

‘And what I want to enjoy this second,’ he continued, ‘is making you come.’

She gave a small gasp, her torso contracting on a rush.

‘Right now?’ She swallowed.

He couldn’t mean it.

But, Christ, if he did...she couldn’t imagine anything hotter, anything more thrilling, the intense pang taking over her clit, over her mind, driving her to accept. She licked nervously at her lips, her eyes sweeping over the other diners again, the waiting staff...and then she saw them, Julia and Johansson, heading back towards their table. Julia, flushed to high heaven, and Johansson, awkward as fuck.

‘They’re coming back,’ she said on a shaky breath, moving her hand to brush his away before smoothing her fingers over her cheek.

Christ, it was hot.

‘Her timing’s as impeccable as ever,’ he grumbled, his hand returning to the tabletop, his disgruntled remark making her smile.

She gave a soft, ‘Hush,’ and looked to their approaching guests, hoping she didn’t look as red as she felt. As red as Julia did.

‘Are you guys good to get going?’ Julia blurted when she was within earshot.

Johansson thrust a hand through his hair, looking to Daniel as if he could either murder him or beg him for a rescue.

‘Sure,’ Zara said, rising out of her seat and smoothing her trousers straight. ‘I’m going to make a quick call and see if we can swap this afternoon’s viewing now that we have a potential budget uplift. There’s a property I’m really keen for you to see.’

The interplay between Daniel and his friend continued and she hooked her arm through Julia’s, encouraging her away. ‘Let’s go down to the car while your brother takes care of the bill.’

She looked to him apologetically, not liking that she was lumping him with that errand but hoping he understood.

He nodded and rose out of his seat too. ‘Of course.’

‘I can take you through the property details while we wait,’ she said to Julia, feeling the tension radiating from the woman, her arm rigid beneath her own—maybe she’d misread the cause of the woman’s high colour after all. She felt like liquid after her little escapade; Julia was anything but.

‘I’d like that.’ Julia nodded, her eyes wavering to Johansson’s, a mixture of regret, sorrow, anger, Zara couldn’t tell, but the woman was far from happy. ‘It was...good to see you again.’

No one could miss the words sticking in her throat and Johansson gave an awkward nod. ‘You too.’ He looked to Zara. ‘Make sure you find her the best.’

‘Of course,’ she said. ‘The meal was truly lovely, thank you.’

‘You’re welcome.’

She pulled Julia in the direction of the exit and left the men to commiserate, pay their dues, come to blows—whatever. It was none of her business and her priority was to ensure her client was happy again.

But something told her they were leaving happy well behind.

* * *

It wasn’t just Daniel that Zara had wrapped around her little finger.

When he joined them in the car, she already had Julia revved up on the next house viewing. He was impressed. Johansson was still ready to murder him. He had no doubt his sister harboured a similar desire, but she was all gushy over this new property now, thankfully.

And yes, he felt shit about being the cause of his sister’s and his best friend’s displeasure, but when were the two of them going to realise there was a chance for them?