Tie My Heartstring's ❦

poison

Hudson

After exchanging the usual repetitive greetings with my colleagues at the firm, my attention drifts back to my Katie. I take in her sexy look. The woman is fucking dynamite in a dress that should be banned for being so sinful. I want to do things to her. Lots and lots of naughty fucking things. Not yet. Not in front of all these people. I have to wait. Or do I?

I am thankful for Evan's casual disregard for the seating arrangement. He decides to sit at the table side opposite Katie and I. The trust he puts in me is unearned. He isn't as protective of his daughter as he claims to be. He's a fraud. "Are you okay there, sweetheart?" Evan calls out to Katie, and a surge of irritation twists in my gut, as I am about to speak to her. She nods, and he continues talking with the person beside him.

A young waiter approaches our table, his gaze immediately settling on Katie. Of course, it lingers too long for my liking. Jesus can I catch a fucking break? I clench my jaw, staring at Katie. she looks up, smiling at him. I roll my eyes. "Hi can I uh get a coca cola, please?" she requests in her sweet melodic voice that for some reason, this idiot takes as an invitation to flirt. Or is it? No. She would never do that. Especially not with me sitting right next to her. "One cola for the lady, anything else I can help you with, darlin?" he replies, flashing her a grin that makes my blood boil.. Darling. Is he fucking kidding right now? She blushes at this hick looking fuck. Because she wants him?

No that isn't Katie, she's not Maggie. She's not a slut who spreads her legs to anybody who gives her the slightest bit of attention. She only blushed because he's making her uncomfortable. "Look, kid," I interject, my tone sharper than I intend, "We appreciate your offering, but she's fine. Don't you have other people at this table to attend to?" The young waiter's expression morphs from playful to embarrassed, as he nods, briskly retreating to the other side of the table. Katie turns to me, her voice low but firm. "Jeez, Hudson. Did you really have to step in for me? He is just a friendly waiter." she whispers, frowning.

The nerve of this girl. The fact that she's questioning me only fuels my frustration with her. "Jesus christ, Katie," I say, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions inside me, "I don't like anyone looking at you like that, flirting with you like that." She meets my gaze, a mix of confusion and defiance in her beautiful eyes. "I can handle myself, you know." 

"Sure you can," I reply, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm not about to sit here, to just watch someone else lust after you in front of me.." Her cheeks flush again, and I catch the flicker of something deeper in her eyes—an acknowledgment, a spark of understanding. I want to pull her close and erase all doubts, but I have to keep it together, at least for tonight.

"Let's just enjoy the night," I say finally, my gaze softening as I take her soft hand underneath the table. "I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again." She raises a brow, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. "You can't control that." Is she fucking taunting me? Anger is growing throughout my veins at the thought of him coming back to our table to speak to her again. "Quit. Talking. Back." I tug at the bottom hem of her dress under the table.

When I realize that no one is paying attention, and Evan is too engaged in the conversation on the other side of the big table, I smile. I place my hand on Katie's thigh. I start massaging her smooth skin and my large hand takes up her whole thigh. She takes a sharp breath in and shoots me a startling glare. "What the hell are you doing Hudson?" she whispers.

She then attempts to pull herself to the side, away from my touch. I give her an innocent frown. "I am not doing anything. You did this to yourself, baby." My fingers trail up her thigh inching closer towards her panties. Her lips part, a sharp gasp falls from her lips when I stroke lightly over them.
Her wetness seeps through, dampening the thin material. She gasps heavily. "You need to be quiet." I whisper as I stroke over her panties slow and steady. She shifts uncomfortably around in her seat.