Chapter Seven
When I’d recovered enough to sit without support, Shawn left me, returning with a wet washcloth. I watched as he wiped the insides of my legs and my sex, the warmth of the cloth and the intimacy of the action transfixing me.
“Thank you,” I said when he met my gaze, my gratitude extending beyond the cleansing.
He kissed me, my taste clinging to his tongue. Though sated, arousal began anew at the touch of his lips and the awareness of the bulge in his suit pants.
Too soon he pulled away. “You’re welcome.”
I followed him with my eyes as he walked to the bedroom and threw the washcloth in a tall, black laundry basket. When he looked back, he caught me staring and winked.
I blushed. The new familiarity he had with my body made me feel awkward. Scrambling to compose myself, I fumbled with the buttons of
my dress. Then I slid off the barstool, found my underwear on the floor and stuffed them into my purse.
He raised a questioning brow as he straightened his tie.
“My panties are, um, soaked.” I noted his expression of satisfaction. “I can’t wear them.”
A frown replaced his smile. “You can’t work without them. Your dress is too short.”
“I’ll be careful. I don’t mind.”
“I do.” Shawn approached me, putting his hands on my upper arms. “Beyoncé, you not wearing panties is very sexy. When I’m with you. I definitely don’t think it’s sexy knowing you’re bare and surrounded by a bunch of grabby drunk customers.” He was stern, as though he were reprimanding a wayward child. “In fact, it makes me very unhappy.”
Well, well. Shawn had a jealous streak. Could he be any hotter?
But I couldn’t have him infiltrating all aspects of my life. He’d already insisted on a driver. And weighed in on my wardrobe choices. I stood my ground. “I can take care of myself.”
He folded his arms over his chest.
I mirrored him. “I’m not putting on soaking wet panties. I’ll smell like sex all night and let me tell you what that does to a bunch of grabby drunk customers.”
He scowled. “Leave them then. I can at least have them laundered.”
I held out my panties for him. “If you wanted a memento all you had to do was ask.”
He took them, his expression still tight. “I’m not keeping them. Excuse me a moment and I’ll be ready to go.” He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
“You’ll be ‘ready to go?’” I hadn’t expected him to be going with me. He didn’t respond, though, or I didn’t hear his answer over the sounds of water running.
“Did you say something?” he asked when he returned. He put on his suit jacket and held his hand out to me.
I took his hand, realizing he no longer smelled like me, his hands washed and his teeth freshly brushed. It was practical, but I deflated as he officially distanced himself from the passionate scene of moments before. “I hadn’t realized you were going to the club.”
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