Poppy/H.S

Chapter 49

"You seem to have a history of missing the most interesting events while you're on the loo," I tease the curly-haired man sat next to me at the table, our eyes wandering around the room as we try to keep track of what Poppy's doing.

She's been sprinting from one table to another, telling everyone at the wedding reception her that her tooth has gotten wobbly. She repeats the same story at every table, always earning a round of applause from other guests, which makes Harry's proud smile grow wider. It's been known to us that Poppy tends to struggle with social anxiety, and therefore, sometimes has troubles making new friends. However, the courage she's been showing the last couple of minutes proves that she's not feeling shy at all, since she has no troubles talking to Michal's side of the family, whom she hadn't met before tonight.

When I realised it was when Harry was having a wee that Poppy's tooth got wobbly, I knew who my target for the rest of the night would be.

"You know, it's not funny," he rolls his eyes at me and as much as he tries to hide the cheeky smile of his, it's his adorable dimples that fail him.

Apparently, he doesn't find my reference to him almost missing the acceptance of his award very humourous, but that doesn't stop me. I love teasing him.

"I love that video of you running faster than Usain Bolt," I say flirtatiously, hiding my grin behind the cup of tea he's ordered for me, and I take a small sip, "You looked very hot."

There's something about British people drinking tea at weddings which made me giggle at first, but I was quick to accept it, since it was already getting a bit chilly and I could really use a good hot cuppa.

"Stop," he warns me, and it only takes a few seconds until his hand is firmly set on my right thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze.

Since Poppy's run off to brag to everyone about her wobbly tooth, the two of us have found ourselves alone at the table, which leaves Harry with the opportunity to tease me sexually while I still continue making fun of him for spending way too much time at the loo.

"Or else what?" I tease him, and I feel like the alcohol I'd had before has just entered my bloodstream, "It's not my fault your bladder fails you and you always need to take a wee while something important is happening."

The liquid courage encourages me to spread my legs wider under the table. My action takes Harry off guard, since it makes my dress jump a bit higher, giving him more access to my bare skin. He chokes on the tea he's just taken a sip of, shaking his head at my suddenly regained confidence.

"Isn't this considered bullying, Ms. Lawyer? You're making fun of me constantly," he groans, trying to act annoyed with me when in fact, I can tell he's been really enjoying our little dispute tonight.

His fingers travel higher on my thigh, and the sensation of his cold rings on my bare skin makes me almost jump.

"How can you be so sure this stunt you're pulling right now isn't against the law?" I tease him, biting down on my lip, which I'm sure is what drives him crazy, "You're trying to seduce your lawyer, that's not nice."

"As far as I'm concerned, it can't be considered that until it's unwanted by you," he whispers with his hoarse voice, which makes goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

"How do you know it's wanted by me?" I make deep eye contact with him, finding the entire situation extremely thrilling now that we're in public.

However, everyone's minding their own business. Poppy is keeping everyone occupied with her wobbly tooth, and the others are just dancing around and having fun on the dancefloor. The lights are dimmed, and I'm pretty sure no one can see any details of what's happening at our table, or under it, respectively.