Ben chuckles,
his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Be hotter if you were lookin’ at me when you did that, not lover boy over there.”
I turn to Ben,
my palm drifting down his thigh.
“That all you need? Some eye contact?”
Ben grins. “I’d rather feel you grindin’ on me,
“but hey—cheers.”
Then his smile fades,
eyes hardening on Andrew.
“Why the fuck’s he even here?”
I shrug, knocking the drink back to drown the mosh-pit in my chest.
“I don’t hire the staff.
“The coordinators do,” I tell him.
He sighs.
“Fuckin’ beautiful. Just what I needed.”
I squeeze his thigh.
“Be useful and grab me another drink?”
He leans back, takes me in.
Then glances over at Andrew again,
chuckling. “He’s already sweatin’. You sure you don’t wanna let him breathe a minute?”
“No,” I say, bringing his drink to my lips.
Ben’s icy-blue eyes set to dusk.
“You’re sick in the head, Baby?—
“and I’m hard as fuck.”
I shrug. “Don’t worry. No one’ll notice.”
The comment slides out with a smirk.
Okay. Yeah.That one was below the belt.
Ben breathes out,
shakes his head once like I’m impossible,
