Under The Table

His blood was boiling when he saw Clara walked in the fine dining restaurant with Noah, his left hand at the small of her back, guiding her to their table.

Xander chose to go with Norah alone, he thought Clara would feel abandoned, but that was his mistake to leave Noah and Clara alone. He wanted to broke his employee's fingers that dared to touch her spine.

Clara was his!

Not to mention that sexy dress she wore tonight, Clara clearly knew he didn't like her to dress like a slut. It was a tight dark blue short dress with two narrow straps that go over the shoulders, perfectly framed her lean body, her breasts were peeking out and she wore a stiletto heels.

She let loose her full long brown hair, curled them in wavy style, looked so fucking womanly in other man's arm. He turned hard instantly by the sight of her. He wanted to end this dinner here and now, took her to his car and bang her hard, until that sexy mouth screamed his name over and over again.

"I'm not familiar with all of this menu, I'm getting a headache." Norah complained. "I'll have what you get, Xander."

"What about you, Clara?" Noah asked when Clara was silent.

"Same with me. I'll order what you ordered, Noah."

They sipped their champagne and thankfully they had Norah there, she was busy chattering and made them laugh. If not for her, the table would be silent as a graveyard.

She didn't know who arranged the seats, but it made Noah seated in front of her and Xander beside her.

Damn!

It was uncomfortable as hell and Clara forgot to pee before she went out, added with the long drive to the restaurant, it became unbearable and she excused herself to the ladies' room.

She just finished washing her hands when someone walked inside and locked the door.

"Xander, what are you doing here? It's the ladies' room." Clara gasped.

He looked devilishly stunning in his navy suit, he had a new fresh haircut, its short sides and a slightly longer top, showcased his sharp masculine facial features.

"Why you dress like a slut, Clara? You know I hate you in this kind of dress, you look like a cheap stripper."

His words stinged.

"Then why you bought it in the first place if you don't want me to wear it? I have hundreds of them hanging on the racks."

"I don't have time to chose all of them by myself. It must be my personal assistant, damn. I will burn them all after we get home." Xander cursed.

"You are insane." Clara brushed past him, but he held her waist.

"Not that fast, babe. You owe me an answer and it better be good. What is it between you and Noah?" He asked with murderous face.

"What? Nothing." Clara shrugged his big hand away, but it won't budge.

"Bad answer. Maybe you forget your punishment last time, do you want me to remind you once again?" He whispered wickedly.

Clara jerked her head no, but her body turned on instantly when the tought of her mouth enveloping his big thing.

"Not now, they will wonder what took us so long. Please, Xander." Clara begged sweetly.

"Then let them wonder why." The devil grin appeared on his face.

Clara paled. "Please, Xander.. I don't want Norah to think there is something going on between us. You don't want her to know you kidnapped me, right?"

He opened the door and Clara sighed with relief. "Wait for a minute. We can't walk back there together."

She got out but Xander stopped her again. "Give me a kiss."

"No, my red lipstick will stain your lips."

Then Clara quickly ran back to their table, finally escaped the devil's clutches.

They savoured the expensive meals in front of them and the topic suddenly shifted to marriage because they saw on the tables not so far from them, a guy kneeled down and proposed her girlfriend.

"I think we'll expect a wedding news too, after Clara don't have to hide anymore, of course." Norah said with dreamy face at Clara.

"What are you talking about?" Xander sipped his champagne.

"Clara said she lived at the mansion to hide from someone.. I have to say thanks to you, Xander, because you help my brother's girlfriend safe."

Clara choked on her meat.

"Are you okay? Drink this." Xander handed her champagne glass, Clara took it and saw no kindness on his green eyes.

"Norah, what are you talking about?" Noah forced a smile, he knew the look on Xander's face.

Storm was about to come.

Norah continued innocently, "You guys don't need to hide it from me, I'm not a little girl anymore. I catched you two kissing in the closet room."

Clara nearly spurted her drink on the man seated in front of her.

"No."

They both said simultaneously.

Xander just continued his meals like nothing happened, Norah was confused at the sudden silent on the table so she meekly kept her mouth shut.

When the silent was became unbearable, Noah excused himself. Clara was about to take a bite on her broccoli when suddenly, a warm big hand touched her thigh, he placed it there for some time before it moved higher, skimming her velvet skin, the inner of her thigh.

Clara clenched her thighs together, to stop his hand movement. She tried to smile when Norah said something, but she couldn't focus on her words.

When that hand pinched, she nearly sprang up from the chair but was afraid Norah will look down there. Xander chuckled under his breath.

The jerk!

Because her thigh was sore from his pinching, Clara finally opened her legs, that hand moved upwards, teasing there on her lace underwear, she bit back a moan. Her wetness was pooling there and Xander could feel it. She wanted to die from the humiliation.

He toyed with her under the table with Norah chatting cheerfully, oblivious of the situation. The sounds of forks and spoons scraping the plates, voices of people talking in the crowded restaurant, waitress was busy handing over meals to the table, and two long fingers that dipped inside made her jerk.

Clara fisted her hand on the table then Noah took his seat again, continuing his meals. When he realized Clara didn't finish her meal, he asked. "What's wrong, Clara?"

Clara shook her head and forced a smile, "I'm full."

She bit her lower lip when Xander crooked his fingers, hitting her g-spot. White light splintered on her head.

His other hand hold his champagne glass, casually took a sip, listening to Norah. Clara catched the look on Noah's face.

He knew.

Then with Noah's eyes looked straight at her, Clara came apart, her pussy clenching that big fingers, greedily sucking like she couldn't have enough.

Her eyes rolling to the back of her head and she managed to close it in time before Noah saw it.