I clean up my mouth and tuck Austin’s cock back into his pants. Just after zipping his pants up, I reach into my purse for the keys to the handcuffs and pull them out. I stick them in to the keyhole and twist.
It’s not twisting.
“Scarlett?” Austin whispers in a hushed yell.
“Yeah?”
“What is going on?”
“You’re welcome,” I say, sounded a bit disgruntled as I try to dislodge the key.
“I think I grabbed the wrong keys,” I say out loud and to myself. Crap. Crap. Crap. This just went from what I thought would be the hottest experience ever, to the scenario of a breakup scene.
“What?” he hisses.
“I’m really sorry.”
“You have two sets of handcuff keys?”
“One set is fluffy pink, and the other is this ... ”
I climb out from under the table just in time to find Mom walking around the corner. “Scarlett, what are you doing under there?”
“Mom? What are you doing here?” I ask her.
“I’m having dinner with Jack,” she says with a wink as if it wasn’t already obvious.
“Ah, well, don’t let us keep you.”
“Nonsense, why don’t we eat together?”
“No, no, no, we were just leaving.”
“It doesn’t look like you ate anything,” she says.
“I’m not feeling well,” I reply.
Jack has been watching this whole event unfold, and he’s quietly laughing so hard from two tables away that I think I see tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Whelp, this is embarrassing.”
“Have you done this before?” Austin asks.
“No, why?”
“It was obvious,” he says.
“I was trying to spice things up,” I tell him.
“Scarlett ... the wolves from the mountains fifty miles away, think they have competition with the way you sound at night. Do you really think you need to spice things up?”
I smile because that’s cool. “I’m really sorry about the key. Do you want me to—”
“What? Drive to the hotel to get them?” he snaps with frustration. I can’t say I blame him for his anger, but it wasn’t intentional.
“No, they’re at your house,” I think.
“Oh good. The answer is still no,” he huffs.
