Page 4 of Taking A Chance
“Of course,” I shake my head, but not the least bit surprised.
After the wedding breakfast, both Kat and I stand in the bar area with a glass of champagne in one hand and balancing a napkin with two or three delicate works of art on the other.
“These desserts look like they have been constructed with micro precision.” I watch Kat as she tries to work out how to get the food to her mouth without a free hand to grab it. I must admit, it’s a little different to forgo the usual mountains of puddings and instead serve them a-la-canapé style. Fortunately, when Kat looks like she’s going to go down on the sweet treats like she’s bobbing for apples, Ben comes to the rescue.
“Let me take that for you,” he says, taking the glass flute from her hand.
“Thank you,” she replies before slipping a fancy lemon mini pastry into her mouth. “Oh. My. God. That’s sooooo good.”
“If you hadn’t guessed, Ben, Kat has an affinity with food.”
“I do not,” Kat muffles behind her hand, strategically placed so we don’t see the half-mushed mini-pud number two.
“Although you wouldn’t believe it, skinny bitch.” I elbow her on her side and she scowls at me when she nearly drops mini-pud number three. “Ben, would you mind entertaining Kat for a while? I need to nip to the loo.” I pause for a moment before I walk away. “Oh, and please make sure she doesn’t eat her body weight in mint macarons and peanut butter chocolate balls. We have drinking to do.” Kat gives me one of her death stares, but doesn’t say a word. Her mouth is full again, thanks to me placing my own laden napkin on top of her empty one. Kat never likes to see food wasted.
I wander off to find the toilets, when I spot a sign at the far side of the room, I make a beeline for it. I’m about to make it to the corridor when my pathway is blocked by Cade.
“Petra.”
“I need to pee.” I put my hand against his chest to push him out of my way. My 5’5” stature is no contest against his 5’11” solid lump of man muscle. But I’m bursting, and if I don’t get to my destination fast, there’s going to be one hell of an embarrassing situation. Possibly a clean-up on… mmm, carpet, reception area. “Desperately.” I say firmly.
“Affirmative.” Cade steps back, clearing my way. “Don’t let me keep you from your mission.”
I give him a ‘Really’ expression, shake my head and almost jog on down the corridor. It’s not until I’ve safely sat my arse on the toilet seat and relieved some of the pressure that I allow myself to laugh out loud.
Affirmative. Keep you from your mission.What the fuck!
The hottest woman in the room has me talking like a dorky college kid, while my dick decides that he wants to be firmly between her glossy lips, nicely nestled in her hot, wet mouth. Fuck! She’s sexy and that accent. Holy shit!
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a few girls and even had a sort of relationship, if you can call seeing the same girl for six months a relationship. It was convenient at the time, I had my finals. Okay, I was using her a little. Yes, I was a bit of a jackass.
College life was a blast. I made the most of the time away from the family home with no restraints, beer and liquor flowing freely, and the constant supply of eager girls only too happy to ride my dick. Some of them had been smoking hot. Perky tits, tight ass and willing to try anything. Well, most things. Actually, nothing out of the ballpark. But the sex was good and, more importantly, regular.
Not one of them had ever grasped my attention the way this dark-haired, brown eyed, olive-skinned beauty has. The way the burnt orange, all in one, I think they call it a cat-suit, cuts low at the front. Not too much, that would be inappropriate for a wedding, not that it would bother me, but it shows the soft mounds of her pushed up boobs perfectly. God, I bet they look spectacular when released from their confinements. And that ass. God damn, the fabric creases nicely in between her cheeks, exactly where I’d like to rub my dick. Shit!
I should stay away from this girl. She works for my brother. She’s a friend of Amy’s. It has disaster written all over it.
So, why am I hanging around in the corridor, not more than a couple of metres from the ladies’ restroom?
I’m head down, busy fiddling with the clasp on my bag when I stumble into Cade, literately. Grabbing my elbow, he steadies me as I waver, the heels I’m wearing being ridiculously high. They’re not my usual choice of footwear when it’s going to be a long day thing, but the legs of this pantsuit are too long for a more suitable heel, and I can’t sew for the life of me.
“Woah, Cowboy!” I exhale, once I regain my balance. “Do you often hang around outside ladies’ toilets waiting for women?”
“I don’t tend to make a habit of it.”
“You shouldn’t,” I chastise. “It’s a little creepy.” I can’t help but be a little smug and flattered, however much it seems a little stalkerish. I move to go past him, but he still has hold of my arm, so he pulls me a little closer to him.
“I didn’t want you to be monopolised by my brother, before I have the opportunity to get to find out more about you.”
“I think Isaac is pretty tied up with his new bride. Hell, he’s hardly taken his hands off her since she got to the altar.”
“I was talking about Ben,” he smiles, and it lights up his face. Hell, he’s gorgeous. “How do you feel about having a drink with me while I do some subtle questioning?”
“Questioning or interrogation?” I snigger.
“I’m a lawyer, not the FBI,” he steps to my side and puts his hand to the centre of my back, and I allow him to slowly lead me forward and back out amongst the other guests.
“Looks like your worries about Ben are unfounded.” I point towards a table in the corner where Kat and Ben are happily chatting away. Kat gives nothing away to the untrained eye, but I know better. She likes him. However, if Ben can read her body language, maybe he should work for the FBI.