“I-I’m so sorry,” she stutters. She’s probably my age or slightly older, average looking with mousy brown hair and a fake tan.
“No problem.” I smile, and her cheeks brighten. I wonder what I can do to make Ellie’s do that—besides making her come.
My eyes roam over my shoulder, expecting her to be beside me, but she’s not. She’s standing by the elevator, arms crossed and watching me, an impatient expression on her face. She’s starving. I promised that if she let me change out of these clothes, I’d feed her.
“I’m Tara.”
I turn back to the woman in front of me. “Nice to meet you,” I lie, then take a step away.
She grabs my bicep. My eyes fall to her hand, then to her face, and I arch my brow.
Taking the hint, she drops it, giggling awkwardly. “Are you here for the expo?”
“The what?”
“The bridal expo, silly.” She gestures around the room at the tables spilling from the lobby, down the hall.
I shake my head. I’d forgotten all about the reason Ellie and I were forced into one bed last night.
“Business then?”
What the hell is she saying? I’m trying not to be rude. I’m turning over a new leaf, dammit, but everyone is making it hard for me. I hate small talk.
“Sure,” I say, glancing at Ellie. She’s tapping her heel against the marble floor. Someone jealous again?
“What do you do?”
“Consulting.” My outfit must sell my lie because she smiles.
Ellie’s shoe tapping gets louder behind me, but I don’t look back. I pretend to be invested in what this lady is saying. She’s babbling on and on. I tune her out, wondering exactly how many hours are left on this tour before my cock gets to slide home into Ellie’s pussy.
“So, are you?”
I blink, focusing again. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Are you here with someone? Because I’m staying in room 23?—”
“Babe, can we go? You promised to feed me, then do that thing with your tongue that I like so much.”
The woman’s eyes grow wide before they narrow on Ellie, who hangs off my arm, tracing my jaw with her fingers. My eyes slowly pan to her. She’s batting her lashes and smiling innocently at me.
Well fucking played, May.
Here I thought I was in control, making her wait, making her jealous. Should’ve known she’s a fucking queen that waits for no one.
The woman clears her throat, and I reluctantly take my eyes off Ellie. “Sorry, I have plans.” I flick my tongue out, wiggling it so she gets a good view of the piercing there, giving her something to picture when she’s wondering what ‘thing’ Ellie was referring to.
Her face turns purple, and she scurries off, bumping into several people as she goes.
Ellie laughs bitterly. “What a sham.”
“What do you mean?” I take her hand and lead her to the elevator.
“She’s here for a wedding expo.”
“Ok,” I say slowly.
“She’s engaged!” she shrieks. “She had a ring!”
