The Sweet Encounter (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Trust Me

The sweet aroma of the home cooked meals appealed to Brie at this moment. She felt famished after her hangover and then several lovemaking moments with Trey this morning. They decided to walk down to The King's Kitchen for lunch since it was the closest thing to Brie's love for fried chicken.

She remembered the last time she was here was to meet with Mack about the prenuptial agreement. She tried to clear away that memory since it had caused a huge argument between her and Trey that evening. Today, however, he was a different fun version of Trey that she had yet to discover.

Trey tried to convince her to go braless but she was appalled at that thought. "I only jest, Brie. I don't think I could handle all the glares of hungry men gawking at my seductress wife."

Trey couldn't keep his hands off her at the table. He specifically requested for the corner booth that provided dim lighting and little exposure to the rest of the restaurant. The entire time while reading off his menu, his hand slipped under her shirt rubbing the small of her back. He felt like an adolescent on their first few dates where he couldn't get enough of her.

"Trey!" She jolted as his hands began to unclasp her bra. He leaned forward and whispered into her ears.

"The more you deny me, the more I want you."

She pushed him away and laughed at his lack of inconspicuous behavior. She loved this newfound side of Trey. It felt so right again. Her mind kept focus on the progression of their relationship while she ran her fingers through his hair and placed it behind his ear. His eyes were constantly on her. Even in the dim lighting his blue eyes were profound, and she always found herself drawn to them. She leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against his, leaving him wanting more.

She released a small breath and whispered to him, "Then let the denying begin." She pulled back and let the corner of her lips curl.

He closed his eyes and couldn't believe her tenacity. "Brie, I don't think you realize I love a good game, and I always win." He pulled her in and was about to claim her mouth, but the waitress interrupted their foreplay. They could tell the waitress was embarrassed catching them at an intimate moment as her face blushed and she hid her face behind her tiny pamphlet.

Trey looked up to the waitress and placed an order of the pan fried chicken and salmon for them. Once she left their table, and Trey turned to Brie. However, Brie had scooted herself a few inches away from him. He raised his one brow, "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

"We're at a restaurant, in public! Surely, you can remain a gentleman until after lunch." She placed her hand on his arm as he made his way closer to her. His masculine scent aroused her, but she composed herself and convinced her inner craving to subside. She wondered how much longer their food was going to take because she was suffering from his attentive hands.

Trey traced his fingers between her inner thighs, careful not to make it so obvious for other customers to see. He watched as she relaxed and leaned herself back against the booth. "The things I can do to you right now, Mrs. Bryson."

She blinked several times and brought herself back into reality. She took in a deep breath and crossed her legs so he wouldn't be able to move up any further. His hands were locked between her thighs, but from the look on his face, he didn't mind being held captive there.

"Trey Michael Bryson. I will scream if you don't stop." Her eyebrows furrowed and she placed her hand on top of his and tried to pull it away.

"It would give me great pleasure if you did scream my name, Mrs. Bryson." He was enjoying teasing her relentlessly. He knew she wouldn't have the audacity to scream and cause a scene in public.