Ghost Silk (Ghost Perfume, Book 2) | ✔

6 - Cry for me - Part 2

"Let's try again." I asked for another strawberry margarita from the server passing by.

Alexander snorted, his head falling down for a moment.

"Think up your opening lines," I said, straining on my tiptoes so he could hear me, because the band had started up again. "Okay? I'll stop drinking as soon as you say something not condescending."

A familiar ringing came from his coat pocket. I dove my hand inside for it.

"Hey, little drunk –" Alexander put his beer down.

"Hello," I said to Michael in the deepest voice I could manage. I dissolved in laughter.

"Hello, love. Put Alexander on."

Another condescending fellow. "Can we come meet you? Where are you? Or do you want to come here?"

The singer was really belting it out, so it was harder to hear Michael. I pressed the phone closer to my ear. "Sorry! What did you say?"

"We're home," Michael repeated. "You two, come home."

"Is Gabriel with you? Tell him congratulations! I'm so proud of him."

"You're shouting," Alexander said.

The server came by with a pink margarita. "Thank you! Are you ready? You don't want me to go down for ten years, now. Or maybe you do."

"What?" Michael sounded confused and slightly horrified.

Alexander removed the phone from my hand. "Yeah ... it's nothing ... I'm aware, is he fucking quiet then? ... Fine." He hung up.

"Ready?" I wrapped my lips around the straw.

His lips brushed my ear, and I could hear his deep voice well, even with the music. "Will you be a good girl for me?"

I accidentally inhaled and choked. He laughed darkly.

"Stopped drinking? Game over, I'm afraid."

He moved the glass away from me.

"But that was the most condescending thing you've ever said."

"Tough." He wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me away from the table.

We ran into our server on the stairs and Alexander handed him a wad of cash. Then he half-carried me to the car.

"We should –" I hiccupped, dragging my feet. Alexander slowed down on the curb, glancing down at me. "We should get Gabriel a gift to congratulate him."

"It's nearly midnight, baby. We can do that tomorrow." The car beeped as he unlocked it.

"We're both drunk, we should get an Uber," I argued.

He unceremoniously shoved me into the passenger's seat and closed the door, coming around to the driver's seat.

Now he didn't even bother with words for his orders.

I climbed over the middle to wrestle the keys from his hands.

"You've got a huge problem," I tried to explain to him.

The steering wheel dug painfully into my side. His legs were warm under my thighs.

He tugged me forward harshly so my breasts thudded into his hard chest, trapping my arms in the process. This way he easily reached around me to start the car. It hummed to life around us, the dashboard lights turning on.

I burst out laughing, blowing a strand of hair out of my face. "Alexander! You can't always get your way, okay?"

"Like I always get my way," he said in a low voice. He moved me slightly so I sat sideways in his lap, my back against the door and my legs stretched into the passenger's seat.