Page 27 of His To Obey

“Follow me, please.” I ushered for Blythe to go ahead.

Placing my hand at the small of her back, I walked close behind her. Her body stiffened at my touch, and I rubbed my thumb on her exposed skin letting her know it was okay. I could smell the scent of her perfume and the products she wore in her hair. The shit was sweet as fuck tonight and had me inhaling a little deeper to get a better smell.

I bit my lip trying not to think of all the freaky positions I wanted to have her in. I didn’t think she would be able to handle my dark side. She could barely handle my touch.

“Okay, here we are. Your server Samantha will be right with you.” I allowed her to sit first before taking my seat across from her. The light above us casted the perfect golden light across her pretty brown skin. Shit was gonna be hard as fuck sitting across from her and not touching her or imagining how good she would look with her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Why don’t you like to be touched?” I couldn’t help but ask. Her eyes widened and shot up to me like I asked her for the answer to life’s mystery. She recovered quick, licking her lips and looking back down at her menu.

“People can’t control themselves.”

“What does that mean Blythe?” I kept my focus on her. She was like the damn Davinci code, hard as fuck to crack. Even simple conversations turned out wrong.

“Can we not?” She asked pulling the menu up to her face. Taking it, I placed it to the side and forced her to look into my eyes.

“Lay your hands palm up on the table?”

“What?”

“Lay your hands on the table palm up.” I spoke with more authority. She searched my eyes for a moment trying to gauge what I would do, see if I would hurt her. Or better yet if she could trust me. I kept my eyes on her, barely blinking I needed her to know it was safe.

Slowly she placed her hands on the table palms up. I reached over and ran my hands from the top of her forearm slowly down. Her body was stiff as hell, and she inhaled deep but didn’t release her breath.

“Breathe.” I instructed continuing my slow descent. Her exhale was forced and choppy like she was panicking. I never stopped my slow graze. Once I reached her wrist, I wrapped my hands around them and lifted them slowly. Bringing my body over I raised her wrist to my lips and kissed each one gently. “Breathe.” I heard her gasp. I kissed them both again. I loved the way her skin felt pressed to my lips. Like fine silk. I could feel her fingertips under my neck and them long ass nails pressed to my flesh.

I know I was crossing the line being that she was supposed to be here shadowing me for a partnership position, but I couldn’t help myself. For one I wanted her to open up and relax and for two she was fuckin irresistible.

“Hello, I am Samantha. I will be your server. Can I start you out with some waters? Tea? Soda?” She pulled her hands out my grasp so quick you would have thought we just got caught fuckin on the table.

“Johnny, neat.” I responded to Samantha.

“Water is fine.” Blythe replied avoiding my gaze.

“Perfect I will be right back.”

There was an awkward silence between us, and she refused to look up at me. I chuckled and lifted my menu giving her a minute. But I was gonna break down her walls no matter what it took. Blythe would open up to me in every aspect of the word.

Chapter Thirteen

BLYTHE

What the fuck was happening to me. I was having an outer body experience. Why the hell did his lips on my wrist feel so damn good. The first time he did it I chopped it up to it being new and something I had never experienced before. That had to be why it felt so good. No man had ever kissed my wrist before; I would never let anyone that close or do something so intimate. But this time I felt everything. My damn toes were tingling. God what the fuck was he doing to me. Samantha returned with our drinks, and I guzzled down half before taking a breath. I needed to cool off. My whole body was on fire and even my cramps were confused and wondering if they should contract.

“Are we ready to order?” I could hardly focus so I ordered the one thing that sounded the best when I first skimmed the menu.

“Mmm, I will have the pasta and bread sticks with a side salad. Light balsamic dressing please.”

“Actually, can you please get her the steak and frites? Medium, chimichurri on the side, lightly cooked spinach, and a glass of Malbec. Matter of fact bring the bottle.” I sat there dumbfounded at his ass completely changing my order. Who the fuck did he think he was. This the shit I was talking about. He sets my soul on fire with a kiss to my wrist then made me boil with anger by thinking he’s running shit and ordering my damn food. “Thank you.” He spoke to the waitress. She stood frozen, she could tell by the expression on my face that I was beyond pissed. She was unsure what she should do. When my shock wore off, I looked up at her awaiting my command. Nodding my approval, she scurried away.

“May I ask what the fuck you think you are doing? Why would you think it’s okay to order for me? What makes you think I want steak and damn frites?” I rolled my eyes in disgust. He chuckled and it pissed me off more.

“Trust me baby girl. I can smell your pheromone change. Your body needs the iron when you are on your womanly. You will thank me later.” My eyes ballooned and I gasped at his words. How the fuck did he know I was on my cycle? I didn’t know if I should feel embarrassed or flattered and my mind was going haywire.

“Did you just politely tell me I stink?” I held my chest and whispered to him before looking around. He laughed out loud, his head leaning back. What the hell was so damn funny.

“Not at all B. I can just tell. You actually smell… sweeter. I have smelt you damn near every day for the past month. The way your perfume blends with your lotion and body oil. Mmm. It changed, it’s a little softer, sweeter, and intoxicating as fuck.” He stared me in my eyes while he drank from his whisky glass. I swallowed hard. And now I’m back to intrigued. What the hell was this man doing to me. He made a period sound like the best thing to ever happen to a woman.

“WOW.” Was my only rebuttal. I drank from my glass of water completely lost for words. He has my thirsty ass turned on yet again.