Lunch was going incredibly well. Malcolm wasn't only charming but he was a great conversationalist. He was funny and had me smiling through out the whole lunch, and not once did he try to ask me anything personal.
I on the other hand didn't follow his rule.
I dared to be daring asking him about his marriage to Amelia.
Color me curious, but these two powerful human beings intrigued me.
Of course a man like Malcolm wouldn't divulge anything personal so easily. You have to work for it. He did an amazing job evading every question that concerned his wife or their marriage.
We were getting towards the end of our lunch when I received a text from Sophie that she has landed.
I looked to Malcolm who was already staring at me and asked to be excused.
I felt his eyes watching me as I moved slightly ahead to call Cassius.
"Hello," he picked right of the bat, which drew a chuckle from me as I wasn't expecting him to pick that quickly. Were you cooking with your phone? I teased, still smiling.
"Nah, why?"
"You picked fast."
He laughed softly and then said. "I do that when a pretty woman calls."
I blushed, and stared up at the beautiful blue sky as if to hide my shyness.
"I need a favor."
"Ask and it shall be done."
I smiled at his words.
"My friend, Sophie, she just arrived at the airport. I was wondering if you could pick her up for me. I am out with my boss and can't get away right now. Provided is not an inconvenience," I added when I realized that he could be busy.
"Not at all. So is there anything I should say so she believe that you sent me?"
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. Sophie will follow a hot man anywhere."
There was a brief pregnant pause following my words, and then he said. "Did you just call me hot?"
I laughed at his excited jovial tone.
"Bye and thank you." I ended the call while still smiling at my phone. I stopped smiling when I got back to our table.
Malcolm was done with his meal. He looked up when I joined him and kept staring at me as I retook my seat.
"What?" I asked with a raised brow at him.
"Was it him?"
"Him who?" I narrowed my eyes at him, not understanding what he was asking.
"Your boyfriend?"
At first I didn't follow, and then it dawned on me that he was asking about my call.
I debated whether to carry on my lie or not. And then I decided to own up.
"No. That is a friend. My boyfriend and I broke up."
He looked briefly excited by the notion, but the emotion was gone before I could fully register its presence. He gave me a sympathetic look. I am sorry to hear that.
I waved away his sympathy. Losing Tony wasn't a big deal. More like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders.
Also it is weird that I haven't heard from the idiot. It is so unlike him to be this silent when we break up. He is either bombarding me with calls, or dropping unannounced at my door step begging to get back together.
Usually, I let him into my bed during one of the lonely nights that plagues my single life and then we are back together. I guess this trip is good for something else. Being rid of old habit.
"So what happened? I can't imagine a man in his right senses getting rid of a girl as pretty as you?" His eyes dimmed slightly as he spoke the words.
I felt a little burn between my legs at his smoldering look. I gulped slightly before replying, my voice a little husky.
"It was my choice."
He arched a brow at that.
Holding his gaze I replied. "He became a routine, and I have gotten bored of routine. I needed something different, a spark, something exciting."
As the words spewed from my mouth, I held his eyes, allowing the desire I was feeling to reflect in my eyes. I was flirting with fire and I didn't care.
He responded to the call in my eyes. His eyes widened with his desire, as they held mine. He didn't say anything, but stare at me with lust burning deep in the depth of his eyes.
My heart started beating fast in my chest in anticipation of something. The promise in his eyes was powerful and my pussy was crying out to have it fulfilled.
I slowly drew my legs together to apply a little friction to my swelling clit.
"Are you wet?" he purred in a dark deep tone that caused shiver to erupt all over my body.
I nodded while muttering "yes."
A cold smirk appeared in his eyes as his lips moved to utter "what are you going to do about it," in the huskiest voice ever.
My eyes widened slightly, my heart lurched against my chest at what he was asking.
I became nervous, but excited at the same time. As a hooker I have done a lot of kinky shirt in the name of work, but when it came to something personal I have always preferred something vanilla. Maybe I because I wanted to separate it from work.
But now...
I was actually excited to play this game with him, and I wasn't the only one.
The heat burning in the depth of his eyes lit my skin on fire.
Still keeping my eyes on him I moved my hand under the table, up my skirt and slowly inched it higher towards my aching pussy.
The feel of my fingers on my heated flesh burned me with pleasure that I was tempted to close my eyes, but I didn't .
Doing this here, with people surrounding us, where anyone could easily see what is happening, and him watching me with cold, calm desire turned me on the more.
Finally my fingers slipped past my panties to stroke my swollen flesh. I moaned silently both at the feel of my heated flesh and the wetness I encountered there.
"Keep your eyes open, unless you want everyone knowing what you are doing," he smirked darkly,
He was enjoying this.
I did as he asked and kept stroking my flesh while I watched his reaction to what my fingers were doing under.
His grey eyes were almost liquid as they burned holes into my face.
"Are you hard?"
"No. It will take more than watching you fuck yourself in public to stimulate me," He replied calmly.
Was he trying to embarrass me or shock me?
"Really," I replied his calmly delivered words wearing a challenging smirk.
He didn't say anything but watched me like a hawk as if waiting for what next I would do.
I hate being predictable. He was acting like I was falling into some line he has already mapped out for me.
I withdrew my fingers from pussy, and while I watched him licked my juice off my fingers. I was still swollen and very much in need of release but I was going to show him that he wasn't the master at this game.
His eyes burned harder at my action making me smirk inside. He could claim all he wants that he wasn't affected by the little show I put on, but we both know that is not true.
As if to prove my words, I removed one of my shoes while he was distracted watching me lick of my pussy juice of my fingers and then I moved quicker than he could have anticipated and used my feet to stroke his crotch.
He flinched when my toes connected with his hard cock and then looked at me surprised.
"I thought you said it takes a lot," I smirked at him.
He didn't speak.
His silence started to make me nervous. Did I offend him?
Just as I was about to apologize, he laughed.
Deep, and soft his eyes laughing alongside his lips.
"You are a strange one, Stone, and I am sure I am going to enjoy getting to know you." He winked at me and then turned to call one of servers to our side to settle the bills.
The drive back was in silence and nothing about what happened during lunch.
When we got back to the office he disappeared into his office while I got back to work, but still the afternoon incident lingered in my mind.
After work I arrived to my apartment to find a surprise waiting for me.