Zane:Don’t disappoint me
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I watchedthe elegant clock above the bar tick closer to eight and decided it was time to make a move. I didn’t want to flirt with someone else for too long because I really didn’t want to lead them on or have to pretend to be interested in someone else.
Tonight I only wanted Zane, but if it turned him on to feel like he was stealing me from someone else, I’d give him that fantasy.
Going shopping to find something to wear that he’d like had resulted in me picking a royal blue gown that was the same color as the dress I’d been wearing the first night I saw him perform. Gauzy fabric floated whimsically down to my shins, but the bodice reminded me of armor, a corseted breastplate with straps that crisscrossed my arms and shoulders like bondage. I was showing more skin than I usually did these days, but it would be worth it to please Zane. I craved his satisfaction almost as much as I craved my own.
I rocked my stool as I reached for a napkin and deliberately knocked my knee into the white guy in a suit sitting next to me.
I’d been pointedly ignoring him since he sat down, but that hadn’t stopped him from ogling my tits every five seconds and manspreading into my personal space until I’d had to perch on the far edge of my stool to avoid our thighs rubbing together.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, placing a hand on his forearm for a brief second.
“No problem at all,” he said in a crisp English accent. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”
I gave him a flirty smile. “Shouldn’t I be the one offering to buy you a drink since I’m the one apologizing?”
He nodded to the bartender. “Pretty girls like you shouldn’t ever have to apologize. Or pay for drinks.”
A+ ass kissing.
When our drinks arrived, he lifted his glass and I toasted him gently with my full martini, careful not to spill any.
“I’m Mark,” he said, setting his drink down and offering a hand.
“Helen,” I said, extending mine.
He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
I wanted to yank my hand away and wipe it. But I wanted to please Zane more…so I held Mark’s gaze as he continued to hold my hand. He was handsome and suave, a good enough candidate for what Zane requested, but I’d never really go home with him.
“Tell me about yourself, Helen. I want to know all of your secrets…” He leaned even closer, gazing into my eyes way too intently.
“What makes you think I have any?”
His thumb stroked my palm. “A beautiful woman like you? Always has secrets.”
Zane needed to hurry the fuck up. If he made me put up with this much longer, he was going to arrive to me making out with Mark just to get him to shut the fuck up.
“Is this seat taken?” The voice from behind us made me jump, but it wasn’t Zane.
It was Kelly.
I pulled my hand away from Mark, but Kelly had obviously seen the way we were flirting because he glanced between us and gave me a disgusted look.
I could’ve smoothed it over if I’d thought quickly enough, but grew uncharacteristically flustered in Kelly’s presence and instead froze like I’d been doing something wrong.
Mark picked up on the awkward tension. “Apologies. Have I intruded?”
Kelly gave him a relaxed smile, clearly conscious of not making a scene. “No problem. But she’s spoken for.”
Mark raised his hands apologetically, lifted his drink, and scurried to a cocktail table on the other side of the bar.
