Cole regarded me, then said,“Sit down.”The commanding tone—and the icy stare that went with it—was back.
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off with a reminder. “We’re in public, Sunny. Sit down."
I sat down. He was right. Getting into a petty argument in one of the Benton restaurants wouldn’t exactly sell our romance.
When I was once again seated, I waited for him to lambaste me for almost making a scene, but instead, he leaned forward. “You have great legs. Actually, you have great everything, but the outfit you’re wearing really highlights your legs.”
“Thank you?” I said carefully, appreciating the unexpected compliment but wondering where it was coming from, considering I just blew up at him like a spoiled brat for not paying me enough attention.
“The thing is," he said in a tone I could only describe as detached academic, "I want those legs around my waist, holding onto me tight while I take you. I can barely look at you. I can barely think—actually, that's not true. All I've thought about for the last seventeen minutes that I've been quote-unquote ignoring you is tearing that outfit off your delectable body.”
For a moment, I was struck speechless. But then I remembered the tenth phone check that had snapped my fragile ego. “Then why do you keep checking your phone, like you have more important places to be?”
He picked up his phone and turned it toward me. There was a clock open on it, one that was running backward. I squinted at it, confused, not understanding why he was showing me his screen.
But then I realized that when the clock ran out, it would be...almost two p.m. Twelve hours since Cole informed me he would like for us to have sex.
“You’re, ah…” I couldn’t finish, I was so embarrassed.
“Highly anticipating taking a late lunch hour today,” he finished for me. He put his phone back in the suit's inside breast pocket. “You think I’m ignoring you. I’m doing everything in my power to keep my hands off of you.”
I couldn’t hide the wicked smile that came to my face. I, too, was more than a little turned on by the prospect of hooking up with Cole later in the afternoon. Ever since I woke up, I'd been thinking about the erection digging into my core. So it was nice to know I wasn’t the only one affected by the delay.
I slipped my foot out of my shoe. “I’m sorry to hear you’re suffering, Cole.” I raised my leg and pressed my foot lightly into Cole’s crotch. “But here, maybe I can help you….”
I kept my body language casual for the outside world, but I pressed my foot even farther between Cole’s legs and was instantly rewarded when I felt him go hard underneath the bare pad of my foot.
“Sunny…” His tone was a low warning.
"Sorry, sorry," I said again, this time not meaning it. I pulled my foot away and put it back in my shoe with a saucy smile. “I probably shouldn’t have done that. I wouldn’t want you to lose control.”
Cole sighed and set down his fork.
“I’m going to let you leave our breakfast date early, but whatever you decide to do with the rest of your morning...” He leaned forward, his green blazing into mine. “…be back in the penthouse, waiting for me on the couch in that coral romper, at one thirty-seven p.m.”
An incongruously hot chill went down my back, and I felt myself clench below in anticipation. I smiled, rising from the table. “Okay. See you later, Cole.”
You know, me not being his usual type might not be such a bad thing,I thought smugly as I walked away with a new attitude.
"That behavior's going straight on your punishment list," he said behind me.
And God help me, I couldn't help the weird, delicious thrill that ran up my back.
CHAPTER24
Sunny
The door opened downstairs,then closed with a huge slam.
"Sunny?"Cole's voice called out."Sunny, where are you?"
I glanced at my phone. 1:39 p.m. exactly.
"I told you to be waiting for me on the couch."Cole’s feet banged up the stairs...past the door I was behind.
Yes, he had.“The House likes telling you what to do.”
Cole's earlier words echoed through my memory as I listened to the sound of the door to my room being yanked open."Sunny, are you in?—"
