Kade
It is ten-thirty and we have just finished with dinner not too long ago. We got distracted back in our hotel room. Dinner was supposed to be at seven-thirty. We arrived at the restaurant at nine-thirty. I did have the decency to call and change our reservation. None of us minded. We would need to return to the hotel soon. We need to review the proposal for tomorrow. Our meeting is at nine in the morning. We need rest and to be on our A-game if we want this to work. No weakness can be shown in business.
One more drink and then we'll leave. Blythe insisted on buying the drinks since I paid for dinner. I have learned not to argue with her. She always wins. Blythe is at the bar while I keep our table. She is oblivious to the attention on her. Attention that has been present since the moment she walked in. I saw one guy earlier getting lectured by his date when she caught him checking Blythe out. Blythe doesn't seem to care about any of it. She will be used to all eyes on her.
I spot a guy sitting alone at the end of the bar, his full attention on Blythe and has been since she arrived there. He downs his drink, jumps to his feet and smooths his clothes out before he approaches her. I am curious how it will play out. Is she going to react to him or brush him off?
I keep a close eye as he takes the spot next to her. She focuses her attention on him, flashing her pretty smile at him. He'll be whipped now. She has that effect on men. I watch as they talk and laugh. Something stirs in me as I do.
Shifting in my seat, my fist balls under the table. A tightness grows in my stomach. Jealousy soars through me. I fight the urge to storm over and push myself between them. I can't! I don't want to be that guy. Blythe has the right to do as she pleases. To do whoever she pleases. It is not my place to tell her otherwise. The longer they talk, the harder it is for me to keep it together. Before I can stop myself, I sprint to my feet and rush over.
I rest my hand on the small of her back, and she shudders under my touch. "Is everything okay?"
She turns to face me, a what the fuck look on her face.
"Yes. Everything is fine. I was telling this gentleman here that we are here to celebrate our one-year anniversary of being together."
There was no need for me to come over after all. She was already blowing him off.
"I can't believe it has been a year already." I gush, playing along.
He congratulates us before walking away. Blythe takes our drinks from the bartender. She glances at me, shakes her head, laughs and walks away in the direction of our table. I dread what is going to come next. Blythe is going to taunt me for what happened. A smirk curls on her red-painted lips as I approach the table before taking a sip of her wine. I take the spot next to her.
Blythe turns side on, looking at me. "Jealous much?"
I scoff, taking a mouthful of my scotch. "I was not jealous. I wanted to make sure he wasn't bothering you." I protest a little too much.
Blythe isn't convinced. She doesn't need to know that she is right.
She laughs loudly, her hand on my thigh. "You are such a terrible liar."
"Why would I be jealous? I knew you would end up coming back to the hotel with me."Her hand runs up my thigh. Desire consumes me. I fight the urge to grip her face and kiss her. Self-control barely exists when I am around Blythe.
"No, you didn't know that. I am a free agent. If I wanted to go home with him, I would have." A smugness covers her face.
I scoot closer and rest my lips at her ear. "But you didn't. You would rather stick with me. Why else would you tell him I was your boyfriend?" I rasp, dragging my lips over her neck.
Blythe swallows hard, squeezing her thighs together. "He wasn't my type. We also have work to do for tomorrow," she breathes out. Her excuses are a pathetic attempt to hide the truth.
With a loud laugh, one that shakes my body, I put a distance between us. "I am not the only one who is a terrible liar. He was your type. Any work, I could have done without you. You didn't go with him because he wasn't me."
Blythe rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath. "You are delusional."
I rest back and smirk, taking a drink of my scotch, not saying a word in response. She groans, doing the same with her drink. She will not admit it because she is too damn stubborn to do so.
"Whatever makes you feel better, sweetness." I finally respond.
"Oh, hush and finish your drink. We have work to do." She replies, finishing her wine.
"Yes, boss," I tease and take the last mouthful of mine.
I rise to my feet, offering my hand to her. Our work shouldn't take long. It is finished; we need to review it, see if we want to make any changes, and try to memorise as much as we can.
Blythe takes my hand, and I pull her up, bringing her against my chest. She glances up at me with lust-filled eyes. I use the closeness to my advantage. I dip my head down, claiming her lips in mine. I couldn't help myself. Blythe doesn't seem to mind. She returns the kiss without even a second of hesitation.
Moaning into the kiss, her arms come around my neck. As incredible as her lips feel, I need to stop. We can't be distracted, not until after we finish our work.
"Come on, beautiful, we should return to our hotel." I smile, extending my hand to her again.
Blythe doesn't take it this time. She shakes her head and walks in front of me. I am not offended by her rejection. I shrug it off, catching up with her. I walk by her side, making sure to keep her close to me. It is dark, anyone could be lurking around. The walk to the hotel is silent, yet comfortable.
We can't be late to bed tonight. Hopefully, after work, we can have a little more fun, just one more time before we settle down to sleep.

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