This Won't Work

Away

"I got goosebumps all over me
When you're around, hard for me to breathe"

- The Neighborhood

"Hey, girls. What a coincidence."

Damien's eyes settled on Elana. He looked more intimidating with her sitting as he stood. She didn't like it.

"What are you doing here, Damien?" Marissa complained.

"I was just strolling past, minding my own business with your little fiance when I saw you two from across the street. I thought I would just check in." He spoke to his sister but stared directly at Elana.

Without warning, he sat on Elana's side of the booth, pushing her closer to the wall with his shoulder.

"What are we drinking? Coffee?" He spread his legs, purposely letting his knee brush against Elana's. He was getting on her nerves.

"We didn't invite you, Damien." Marissa scowled.

"You didn't need too. You guys seem like you'd love my company, no?"

"No." Elana spoke for the first time during this whole ordeal. She saw the side of Damien's lips twitch into a half smile.

That is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to annoy her. He found amusement in it.

His eyes glanced over her before he grinned. Elana could only wonder what he was up to now.

"Elana, what's that on your neck?" His question caused Marissa's eyes to examine her neck.

Elana had completely forgotten. He had left a hickey the night before. She was lucky Marissa hadn't spotted it yet. But now he was pointing it out and on purpose! Did he have a death wish?

"Damien." Elana mouthed only fueling his amusement even more.

"Is that what I think it is?" He taunted her further. Elana gulped.

"Leave her alone, Damien. Go somewhere else." Marissa scolded him.

Damien pouted. "Oh, come on. Don't kick me out so soon."

Marissa shook her head like a disappointed mother. He didn't make it obvious when his hand felt her thigh. Elana clenched her jaw in an attempt to stop herself from protesting.

"Where is Charles?" Marissa asked, fiddling with the silver bracelet on her left wrist.

Damiens hand roamed further up her thigh. "Your spoiled lover boy? He's at some shop, I don't know."

Marissa rolled her eyes. "You can't just leave him. He'll be wondering where you are."

"We're both grown ass men. We can take care of ourselves, Marissa."

Elana pushed a gasp back down her throat when his thumb ran over her clit. Meanwhile Damien acted oblivious.

Elana gripped his wrist but he didn't pull away, instead his fingers swiped over her clothed pussy once again. Her reaction to it was unnecessary. He was doing nothing yet the warmth his hand produced, and the sight of veins protruding from his hand had an effect on her.

After a few more minutes of torture, constant teasing, and annoyed stares from both Marissa and Elana, they finally left. The bell above the door jingled as they stepped out.

"What did you get?" Damien asked as he walked beside her. He resisted the urge to wrap an arm around her waist. He would've done it except he didn't want his sister to get any ideas.

"Just a dress Marissa picked out for me."

He looked at Marissa, dumbfounded. "That's all, Marissa? You didn't spoil her?"