After donning a close fitting black dress that skims my hips, falling loosely to my knees, and slipping into a pair of black pumps someone left behind, I pin my hair back and nervously make my way towards the main restaurant.
This is fine. I do have experience, even if it’s more around serving sweaty beers and sloppy joes to even sweatier men.
Fine dining when you’re as clumsy as I am could go pretty fucking wrong.
I try not to panic as Hudson briefs the front of house team, running through the table plan and key guests. My mind wanders, caught up in paranoid fantasies of dropping plates of food, breaking glasses and generally doing anything to embarrass the alpha who appears in front of me with a soft smile and a wink.
He whistles in a low tone, making a show of casting his eyes over my dress.
The heat in his eyes makes my stomach curl. “You,” he says as he finishes his lazy perusal, “are a vision, Gabrielle.”
My cheeks color as I tuck my hair back, fussing with the clip. “Thank you.”
He slips a hand out to cup my cheek briefly, leaning in to look at me intently. “I mean it,” he breathes. “You take my breath away, you know.”
My own laugh is breathless, hiding the clench in my abdomen, the pulse of needy want that appears in response to the low timbre of his voice.
“Stop it,” I murmur, biting my lip to hide my smile. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”
“I hope not. I’ll be spending the whole evening thinking of you in that dress.”
Now I’m grinning, the heat in my stomach growing to an inferno. “And what, exactly, will you be imagining?”
The teasing words slip out effortlessly, and Hudson’s own smile grows in delight.
He takes a step closer, his arms caging me against the bar as he leans in to whisper in my ear.
“My hands slipping under that dress.” His voice deepens, the faintest gravel in his tone making me lean back, my neck falling to the side as his lips barely trace my skin.
“You’d be so soft,” he whispers. “Soft, and hot, and ready for me. Wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
My eyes widen as I stare at him.
“I’d trace that greedy little pussy of yours with my tongue. Make sure it’s good and wet before I turn you over, spreading you open, nice and wide for me so I can see that pretty pink slit weep for my knot.”
My slick appears with a gush, soaking my underwear so quickly that my knees wobble. Hudson’s arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me in closer, his nostrils flaring as he picks up the change in my scent. I bite back a whine, my eyes falling shut as I feel his hard length press into me through the soft material of my dress.
“When we finish,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m taking you to bed, Gabrielle. We’ll see if you can be just as much of agood girlfor me as you were for Cade.”
My moan is swallowed as he captures my lips, his hands sliding up to cup my face as I fold into his body.
“There we go,” he says huskily. “That’s what I’ll be imagining.”
I blink at him dazedly when he steps back, the noise of the bar filtering back in and making me cast my eyes around in a panic.
“I… I should…,”
Hudson cocks his head to the side, a smirk on his lips. “Should what?”
Bastard, making me say it.
“You know what,” I whisper-hiss. “I can’t work like this!”
He laughs, his whole head thrown back before he steps in, dropping a kiss on my forehead.
“No touching,” he warns as he steps back. “I want you needy when I take you tonight.”
My legs wobble as I make my way to the staff bathroom, collapsing onto the lid of the toilet as my hands press to my flushed cheeks. My hands twitch as I bite my lip, the need Hudson stoked inside me pulling my hand down before I yank it back.
