“It’s rude to put your elbows on the table,” I state, shooting her a pointed look.
“Really?” She slowly slides them back until she can place her hands in her lap, and continues to lean forward. Then she does something I would never have expected. She adjusts her position so her breasts are now resting on the table. “This better?” She raises a brow. “Or still rude?”
“Do you like men staring at your tits?” I ask, and she glances down at her cleavage.
“They are a great set of tits.” She beams at me before she sits back in her chair.
“They appear to be, yes,” I agree.
The bottle of wine is brought out, and I order several different dishes. Usually, when I eat here, they bring out an array of choices, which is appreciated because sometimes you don’t want one standard meal. But it also works since I don’t know what Cressida likes, and I don’t want to ask her.
“I could have food allergies, you know,” she comments as the waiter walks away.
“I’ll save you if you do.”
THIRTEEN
CRESSIDA
Case Notes
He likes to throw words out at me to throw me off. Game on!
Why doesthis man bring out the worst in me? I literally put my tits on a table at a five-star restaurant. I did it to annoy him, not to impress him.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
And then he has the audacity to order food for me as if I’m some woman who doesn’t know what she likes or wants. I know what I like, and I’m pretty good at doing and getting what I want. So, I don’t argue because I need him to answer my damn questions. If I can sneak in some questions in between now and when he actually lets me interview him, I’ll do it.
I take Soren for the type of man who is happy living the life he leads. A woman would merely complicate things for him. And a man like him would never, ever fall for a woman like me. I would be a potential headache for him. I wouldn’t let him walk over me, because I’m sure he’s used to being in charge in allaspects of his life, including in the bedroom. And then there’s the fact that I have a child. I can imagine that he stays clear of women with children.
So, I know this situation and the tension growing between us is nothing for me to worry about. Yes, he likes to toy with me, but we won’t go further than that because of who I am.
The waiter brings the food out, and I’m pretty impressed by the looks of it. There are plates of meat, vegetables, and salad. I don’t wait for Soren. I scoop what I want onto my plate and begin to eat.
After a few bites, I look up to find him staring at me over the rim of his wine glass.
“Do you intend to eat?” I ask.
“I’m quite enjoying watching you.” He tips the glass in my direction.
“What about kids? Ever dreamed of having any?” I ask as I spear a piece of steak with my fork and then put it into my mouth. I moan at the taste of it and shut my eyes. It’s fucking delicious.
“Do you make the same sound with a cock in your mouth?” He throws the question out there so casually, like it’s something he asks everyone, and my eyes shoot open.
I cough and start choking on my piece of meat. Pounding my chest, I cover my mouth with my hand before I manage to breathe again.
“What the actual fuck?” I reach for my glass and take a sip of wine. Then I proceed to drink it all before I place the empty glass back on the table, where he immediately fills it back up.
“It was a legitimate question,” he replies.
“What I do with a cock in my mouth is none of your business,” I tell him with a great big grin.
“If you say so.” He takes his own piece of steak and puts it to his lips. I watch as he opens his mouth, slips the piece of steakinside, and then closes his lips, all the while keeping his gaze trained on me.
“Do you think that tastes better than pussy?” I ask, trying to shock him with a similar question to the one he asked me.
But he just finishes chewing, licks his lips, then says, “Nothing tastes better than pussy.”
