I'm half tempted to throw myself a little one-woman party right here and now—a quick DIY orgasm and a big 'screw you' to Rhyland. But just as I embark on my solo adventure, the bathroom door swings open.
Great timing, random stranger. I roll my eyes and yank open the stall door, ready to make my grand exit.
I head for the sink, washing off the toy quickly and efficiently before tucking it away in my purse. I duck back into the stall to clean myself up as best I can, cursing under my breath at the wet mess Rhyland's left me in.
I adjust my dress, ensuring everything is in place before returning to face the music. Rhyland's waiting for me at the table, looking like sin incarnate in his tailored suit and devilish smile.
"Everything okay, baby?" his voice all innocent concern even as his eyes sparkle with mischief.
"Just peachy," I reply, my smile sharp enough to cut glass.
Rhyland chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that makes me shiver. "For disobeying me and doing exactly what I told younotto do, there will be consequences, Angel."
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. He can't be serious, can he? What consequences could he possibly give me that he hasn't already at this point—
One look at Rhyland's face tells me he's not fucking around. His blue eyes are blazing with a fierce intensity, the kind that says he means business. And I know from experience that when it comes to these games, Rhyland takes this shit as seriously as a heart attack.
Because that's just who he is—a controlling, sadistic alpha-hole who gets off on pushing my buttons and driving me to the brink of insanity. And I'm the horny little bitch who can't seem to get enough of it.
I arch an eyebrow, trying to play it cool even as my heart races. "Oh really? You didn't specify how long I had to keep it in—don't tell me you're running out of tricks already."
His eyes flash, a predatory gleam that makes my insides quiver. "Trust me, Angel, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve."
I'm about to hit Rhyland with another sassy comeback when our waiter appears, his eyes instantly drawn to the generous display of cleavage my dress is offering up like a goddamn buffet.
I smile at the look on Rhyland's face—he's practically vibrating with rage, his jaw clenched so tight I'm surprised his teeth haven't shattered.
What the hell did he expect?
This will be fun.
"Good evening. My name is Jake. I will be your server tonight. May I start you with wine or a drink from the bar?" his gaze still firmly glued to my tits.
Jake's got that whole "aww, shucks" college boy charm going on—tousled blond hair like he just rolled out of bed after an all-nighter and eyes greener than a freshman's first attempt at tequila shots. He's tall and lean, like a beanpole with abs. But let's be honest; he's about as intimidating as a labradoodle puppy compared to my Viking stud muffin. Rhyland's got that "I'll ravish you senseless and then build you a longboat" vibe that Jake couldn't match if he tried.
I flash Jake my most dazzling smile, laying on the charm like it's going out of style. "Hi, Jake. Thank you... could you help me with the wine menu?" I scoot closer, batting my eyelashes up at him. "I forgot my reading glasses and can't see what this says."
It's a blatant lie, of course. I can read the menu just fine. But Jake doesn't need to know that.
"Sure thing," he says, leaning in closer, his eyes practically bugging out of his head as he gets an even better view of my assets. I can feel Rhyland's glare boring into me, but I studiously ignore him, focusing all my attention on the hapless waiter.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Dani?"Rhyland's voice rumbles in my head, the warning clear in his tone.
But I keep smiling, leaning closer to Jake until we're practically nose-to-nose. "Wonderful. I'll take the Riesling. Thank you, Jake," I purr, with sugary sweetness.
Jake turns bright red, stammering out a response before practically sprinting away from the table. I lean back in my chair, a self-satisfied smirk on my face as I finally meet Rhyland's gaze.
"What's the matter, babe? Can't handle a little competition?" I tease.
"You must enjoy pissing me off, woman," he growls. "That unlucky little shit is no competition—I don't expect you to flirt in front of me, Dani… purposely. Keep it up, and I'll bend you over this fucking table and show everyone in this restaurant who you belong to."
I shiver at the heat in his words, my body instantly responding to the dominance in his tone. My fantasy of him taking me in front of people—owning my body. But I'm not about to back down now.
Jake quickly returns, flustered. " I apologize, sir. May I get you a drink?" Jake left in such a hurry that he forgot Rhyland's drink order.
"Bourbon. Neat." Rhyland responds in a clipped tone.
Jake, a little shaken, nods and hurries away.
