Chapter 66

She let the dress gather around her waist. And I looked at the black lace bra she had on underneath. Half of me wanted it off as well, this other half prayed that she wouldn't dare to remove it. Because then that would be too much to bear. 

" Don't! " She warned when I suddenly reached out to trace my fingertips down the lace. I retracted my hand and groaned my disapproval. It felt illegal for her to do that to me. She leaned in as I'd she wanted to kiss me, but all she did was brush her lips against mine and pull away. Then I watched as her eyes roamed down my chest all the way to my crotch. And when she slowly looked back up at me, there was something wicked in her eyes. But wicked in the good way. She slowly got off the couch and went down on her knees between her legs. I gripped onto either side of the couch's backrest. If she wanted to play then I'd let her play. 

However I would have preferred it if my heart wasn't beating so hard. And when I looked at her I realized there would never be enough. I would never get satisfied of having her with me. No matter how much time I spent with her I would still want more. She very delicately undid the buttons on my shirt. Not all of them though, just enough to allow her to touch my skin. Then she brought her hands down and placed them on my arousal which seemed to have a heartbeat of its own. 

" Remember.." she whispered as she dragged my zip down and inched a little closer, "...no touching, " she finished off. 

I braced myself for the pleasure that I feared would be identical to pain.

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After her little performance...bith of them that is, Layla had settled back down beside me and fixed her dress. Then she looked as if nothing had happened. Reaching for the whiskey she poured herself another glass and sipped on it as quietly. I was a but too breathless to speak. And when I did, it was to ask her what on earth had just happened. 

" Tell me, where did you learn to dance like that?" 

She shrugged and said she had watched a show on TV as a child once and it had gotten stuck in her head. And somehow she had always found herself trying it out whenever she was alone in her room.

I think the whiskey was making her more talkative. I would ask her something and she'd answer right away. Truthfully that too. 

" Will you do it again whenever I ask you too?" I asked and looked at her. Judging her to see how she would respond. She chuckled and crossed her legs on the sofa, then she turned to face me and took another sip of the drink in her hand. 

" I don't know, maybe. If you ask nicely,"

She finished the drink and was about to pour another when I snatched the glass from her hand. 

" I think you've had enough for now, " I told her and she whined. She was tipsy. Not quite drunk yet but another glass and she would get there. 

" Whoa whoa! Give me that!" I said as I took the bottle from her hand. Laughing because she had just taken a drink from it. I placed it far from her and then I glanced at the time, my eyes widened. It was twenty minutes to ten. 

" We have to get you home now, time truly-" I stopped talking when she crawled onto my laps and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her head in the crook of my neck. She nuzzled her face against my skin and I chuckled to myself. She was being awfully affectionate. And I'm not making this up, she could literally not get her hands off of me. Her words were mumbled and confusing so I couldn't make out any of them. But I was still delighted, and I actually felt like staying there for a while longer. But if I did that then she would get to bed late and wouldn't be able to wake up early for work the following day. And even if she did wake up early then she would have to go through the entire day exhausted. 

" Can you stand?" I asked her and she lazily nodded. Then she looked at me and smiled the brightest smile, but her eyes were narrowed like she couldn't quite see me clearly.

" Come on, up, " I helped her stand, then I carefully let go of her and was glad to see that she had no problem standing on her own. But then she tried to take a step and stumbled back. I wrapped an arm around her to keep her still. 

" Two glasses?" I asked as I glanced at the bottle of whiskey. But I had to remember that she had literally never drunk before. I let her go but stood close in case she stumbled again. She laughed as she stretched her arms to the side in an attempt to maintain her balance. Then she slowly turned to me and once again wrapped her arms around me. And I could tell that she really wanted my affection. And I wanted to give it to her, it wasn't the alcohol that was making her act that way, okay, maybe the alcohol had a little to do with it, but deep down she wanted to. 

" Why are you so hot?" She suddenly asked, her face on the exposed part of my chest, she took in a deep breath and then tried to unbutton all my buttons. I was having the time of my life just watching her. 

" No, I'd love to cheer you on sweetheart but we really ought to be going, " It hurt me to just say that. But she wasn't herself currently, and I wasn't going to let her do anything unless she was completely sober. She tried to get me to let go of her so that she could continue her exploration of my appealing physique but I captured her wrists and made her turn towards the door. Keeping a strong hold on her, I picked up her purse, and then I realized that she was still barefoot and I shook my head. There was no way she would be able to walk on those, not in her current state. And I wasn't by any chance letting her walk barefoot. Picking up the shoes and holding them in my free hand, I led her to the door and unlocked it with the key I had been given after paying for the slace. Then I made Layla wrap one arm around my neck and I lifted her off the floor. She giggled in the most adorable way. I walked out and made my way back down to the dancefloor. A few people stared as I walked by. And this stupid guy had the nerve to look at the exposed skin of Layla's legs and asked me to, " Share her, " Then the imbicle tried to actually touch her. I very courteously asked him not to dare, otherwise I'd rip out his tongue and feed it to him. The music was loud too so I was glad when I got out of there. I held her close to me, and when we got to the car and I had her safely seated with her seatbelt on, I reached over to the driver's seat and took my coat, draping it around her because it was cold. And then I got in and drove off. She was asleep not long after. Then her phone began to ring and when I reached over and picked it from her purse, Arden's name came to view. 

I wondered what to do. I couldn't answer it,that would draw too much suspicions,and I also couldn't wake up Layla and make her answer. I didn't want to. So I did the logical thing and switched the phone off, maybe he'd assume she was still working or something. But then my senses came back and I realized there were very high chances that Arden was already back home. I shot Layla glance and cursed under my breath. There was now way that would play in my favor and I so didn't know what excuse I would give if he saw her.

Deciding not to jump into conclusions, I kept on driving until I got to the building and parked the car,then I cleared my throat and took out my phone. My eyes widening when I found two missed calls from Arden as well. It was in silent which explained why I hadn't heard it ring. Clearing my throat, I dialed his number and waited for him to answer. 

" Hey, Gabe where are you?" he asked me before I said a word. I knew there was no way I could answer that until I knew where he was. So I asked him what he needed first. 

" Are you at home, let me guess, you want me to bring you some takeout when I return?" I prayed for the trick to work and it did. 

" No, I'm in your company. I thought you'd be here but you aren't, "

I inwardly sighed due to relief.