Delectable (Sinclair Bryant)

Christmas Party: Part 2

 Sian had been around rich people, it came as part of the job but this, this was different. Now she needed to act and look like one of them.

Superficially she did because Sinclair had insisted they go shopping for a gown and while they were at it, he picked out a tie in the same colour. It had been a fun lunch break for him, even if Sian did moan at him for paying for the dress. It's not that he thought she couldn't pay, it's just he wanted to treat her. He explained that, but she still pouted to herself during their sharing of a sandwich as they walked back towards Sinclair's office.

Now they were so far away from a supermarket sandwich.

Sinclair had even hired a driver for the night. No wonder Perry called him Bruce Wayne and oh did he look the part in his black three-piece suit, crisp white shirt and burgundy tie. The burgundy matched Sian's dress to near perfection.

The moment Sinclair saw her in it, his eyes lit up. It was very different from the one she wore to La Croix. Very different indeed. It was full length, silk, felt light as a feather and left very little to the imagination. Honestly, underwear had been a nightmare to find for her. But she loved it to the point that she felt elegant and attractive in it. So it had been a win-win situation. Black strappy heels, a small clutch bag for her essentials and a shawl finished her look perfectly. She'd not even bothered with the curls this time, instead slicking it back into an elegant bun.

In the car on the way Sian's nervous ticks came out in full force, she picked at her nails, shook her leg, bit her bottom lip. Sinclair watched for a few moments but couldn't let her get into such a tizzy about it.

He stilled her hand with his and then her leg, before drawing her face to look at him.

"You...are going to be fantastic," he assured her, then pulled her bottom lip from her teeth before moving closer to her ear, "I could bite that lip for you."

With his hand still resting on her thigh, his deep, breathy timbre ran bolts of electricity through the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to ignore the inferno he was igniting inside her again.

"That's not going to help my nerves, Sinclair..."

Sinclair chuckled, still close to her ear. Their schedules between the two parties had been hectic, so much so that they'd only spent one night together, so there was some simmering tension between the couple. A feeling of want and need between them. Sinclair told himself to behave though.

"I'll be with you all night. You really have nothing to worry about. Half of them are idiots in Italian suits, don't worry."

He patted her leg and then kissed her cheek, lingering for a moment.

"I have a question that...well we probably should have discussed before now but now is a good a time as any." Why was she so nervous? It was fairly clear what was going on between the two of them, it was just a label.

"Okayyyy," Sinclair sang, intrigued. He began stroking the smooth silk of her dress which didn't help Sian's concentration one bit.

"If someone asks who I am and you're not around, what would you prefer I say? I know you're quite private so I wouldn't want to overstep and..."

Sinclair broke her rambling with a soft kiss. The plumpness of his lips resting perfectly on her own.

"I think my ability to ramble has worn off on you," he joked as he fixed her lipstick with his thumb. "As far as I'm concerned and this has been set pretty solidly in my head since I pleaded against my own stupidity in the kitchen of your flat...we are together. Exclusively. Is that how you feel, too?"