She picks it up and takes a sip, her eyes meeting mine over the top of the glass.
“For as long as it takes to get what I want,” she says after a pause.
I have no idea what she means by that, and I want to press her for an answer, but I stop myself. Maybe it’s best to just take each day as it comes.
“So what is it that you want?” I ask.
“Oh I think you know the answer to that one,” she says.
She smiles seductively at me and I feel my cock twitching. I swallow hard. She can’t mean …
“World domination of course,” she says with a laugh.
I laugh with her. I am equally relieved and disappointed that she was only playing around. Of course she didn’t mean me. I am imagining the sparks of chemistry flying between us. I must be. I mean I hate the woman. I’m just letting Joe’s earlier insinuation get into my head that’s all.
She starts talking again, reminding me of the time she came away for the weekend with my family and we ended up getting lost. We laugh and reminisce about the weekend and about the amount of trouble we got into when my parents finally found us.
“You know, to this day they still don’t believe we didn’t lose them on purpose,” I laugh.
As I talk, my eyes keep going down, drawn to the neckline of Kimberley’s dress. She fiddles with a pendant that hangs between her breasts, knowing it will draw my attention and I don’t want to let her down. I swear her neckline is lower than it was when we started dinner. I feel myself leaning in closer to her as she admits to me that maybe my parents were right.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my eyes still glued to Kimberley’s chest.
Her full breasts jiggle slightly as she laughs and I picture myself ripping her dress away and sucking on her nipples.
“I might have had an idea that we were getting separated from them. I wanted to be alone with you,” she says.
She’s still fiddling with her pendant, keeping my eyes glued to her chest. She moves her hand slightly and pulls at her dress. Her neckline drops a little further and I swallow hard.
When Kimberley clears her throat, I realise she’s stopped talking and I’m just sitting here like a mute idiot staring at her chest. I might as well be drooling down my chin. I drag my eyes back up to her face and she grins.
“You always were easily distracted,” she says.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, still clinging to the hope she hadn’t noticed where my attention had been focused a second ago.
“I mean you always were a perv,” she laughs.
“I didn’t hear you complaining then,” I tell her.
“I’m not complaining now,” she smiles.
I clear my throat, shocked by her words, and even more shocked to find that I’m happy to hear them. I straighten up in my seat, pulling back from her slightly. I take a long drink from my glass. Kimberley watches me, her eyes full of amusement, a half smile playing across her lips.
“I can’t help but wonder what you get up to with women these days,” she purrs. “With that charming smile and the magnetism you have.”
I know she’s playing to my ego, but I play along.
“You think I’m charming?” I say, grinning at her.
I swear I hear her take in a sharp breath when I smile at her. She always used to say my smile would be the death of her.
“You know I do. Your smile has always been my weakness,” she says.
“You’ve always been my weakness,” I say.
Shit. What the fuck did I go and say that for? And where did it even come from? I don’t even fucking like her.
I clear my throat awkwardly, suddenly looking anywhere but at her. She laughs, enjoying my discomfort.
“You know, I almost forgot how clumsy you could be around me,” she says. “I remember now though. How long did it take you to ask me out even after I’d made it clear I was into you?”
I shrug, still not really looking at her. Fucking hell Sebastian, get it together. You’re not a daft kid anymore. Seducing women is your thing and you’ve never been clumsy about it since Kimberley left.
“You used to say it was sweet,” I laugh, back in control of myself now.
“It was,” she confirms. “But I thought you were all grown up now and that clumsiness was behind you.”
I look her in the eye, holding her gaze with mine until I see her cheeks flushing red. I smile again, knowing by the way she shifts slightly in her chair that I’m having an effect on her.
I pull my eyes from hers and move my gaze to her lips. She nibbles her lower lip as I sweep my eyes down to her chest and then back up to her eyes.
“Believe me when I say there is nothing clumsy about me now,” I say in a voice so low she has to lean in to hear me.
Her lips are slightly parted, her cheeks still pink. The flush spreads down her neck and over her chest and her neckline is even lower than I remembered it. If she pulls it any lower, her nipples will be out. The thought makes my cock hard and I look at Kimberley, seeing the lust I feel swallowing me whole reflected in the way she’s barely breathing as she looks at me.
She sits back slightly and smiles at me. She lifts her glass and downs the rest of her wine, never taking her eyes off me the whole time. A tiny bit of wine dribbles down her chin and I know without any trace of a doubt that she planned it that way. She wipes the drip onto her finger and puts the finger between her lips. I suck in a breath as she licks
