“Oh?” Chad says, scratching his chin. “I wonder who that could be. All my colleagues are either here, or know I’m indisposed for the weekend.”
“Maybe it’s your ex-wife,” Rebecca sneers, cocking a daring brow.
“Now, darling,” he counters, but Rebecca blows him off by snapping open her compact and applying a coat of lipstick.
Chad sighs and looks to me for help, but I merely shrug, as he’s totally alone on this.
“I’d best see who that was,” he says after a moment of silence. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Before I can scream “take me with you” he’s off, leaving me alone with the gold digger.
The moment he’s gone, she shifts closer and runs a fingernail down my arm. “So…”
“So,” I parrot, moving my arm, as I’m surrounded by colleagues.
“Thought about my offer?” she asks, not at all discouraged by my rejection.
“There’s nothing to think about. The answer is, and always will be, no.”
When she makes an attempt to touch my leg under the table, I grab her wrist and push her hand away. “Stop it, Rebecca. I’m not interested. You are engaged to my friend, someone I respect, and your behavior is completely unacceptable.”
“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll tell Chad you came onto me,” she suddenly unveils, and I pull back, stunned.
“You can’t be serious?” I shake my head, but I knew she would use this tactic sooner or later.
“I’m very serious,” she affirms, her gray eyes widening. “All I want is one night, and then I’ll leave you alone. If not, well, Chad might not be so willing to help you out.”
“This is blackmail,” I whisper angrily.
“No, this is called a girl getting what she wants. And I want you.” She cups my balls, just in case I’m unsure of what she wants from me. “Sarah told me all about you, and I want a taste.”
There’s no way I can do this. I mean, this is wrong. Yes, I’ve done some awful things in my time, “Sarah” being the worst, but this is up there with atrocious, unacceptable, heinous acts.
Brushing her hand away, I spit, “Can you be a little more discreet?” I smile as the couple next to us gives me a weird look.
“I always get what I want, and I want you to fuck me.”
“What? The caddy wasn’t man enough for you?” I bitterly snarl, my patience wearing thin.
Rebecca looks stunned that I clued onto her flirting, but I’ve been around her kind for far too long. Hell, I am, or was her kind.
I’m stuck between a rock and a horny woman, but I will not be blackmailed this way. “The answer is still no,” I stubbornly state, while Rebecca frowns.
“You don’t really get a say. Fuck me, or get fired. Easy,” she replies, looking at her fingernails, bored by this conversation.
“You don’t seem to realize if I fuck you, I still get fired. This is a small world, and my actions will come back to haunt me,” I say, hoping to appeal to her rational side—if she has one. “Either way, I’m screwed. And I would prefer it to be consensual screwing, instead of my hand being forced.”
“What are you? A priest?” she barks, scoffing at my plea. “I’m asking you to fuck me, no strings attached, and you’re saying no. What, are you saving yourself for someone?” she half-jokingly says. I hate to think how accurate she is.
Before I have time to reply, a pair of arms wrap around my neck and a set of lips kiss my cheek. “Baby, I’ve missed you.”
I turn so quickly, I nearly bump heads with the person standing beside me. But she reads my actions and takes a step backward, just in time.
“Madison?” I choke out, gaping at her, utterly confused. “Um, hi?” I add, which comes out as a question, as I have no idea what’s going on.
She reads my confusion and smiles. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was such a bitch.” She pulls up a chair, sitting beside me.
“That’s okay,” I reply, playing along, still baffled by what’s going on. “I’m just thankful you’re here.”
“Me, too,” she replies before bending forward, yanking the collar of my polo and smashing her lips to mine.
I freeze, unsure of what to do, but as Madison’s tongue nudges at my lips, demanding entrance, I open wide and happily comply. We kiss passionately and recklessly, and before long, I’m the one yanking on her nape, drawing her mouth closer to mine. I’ve missed her taste so much, and kissing her is like coming home.
The little sound she makes as I nip her bottom lip has me regretfully pulling away, because one more minute of this madness and I’ll be clearing the table and throwing her on top of it.
“You look beautiful,” I say, my senses on overdrive.
Madison looks down at her short denim shorts, red tank and Chucks, and smiles. “Thanks. So do you,” she lightly replies, pulling a face at my stuffy polo and beige slacks.
I had to wear something presentable on the greens, and in turn, I look like a complete douche.
I’ve completely forgotten Rebecca is here until she clears her throat, unhappily. “So, this is your girlfriend?” she spits, and I raise my eyebrow at Madison, unsure if she’ll feel comfortable with this lie.
Madison, however, answers for me as she leans forward so she can make eye contact with the witch. “I sure am,” she says, cuddling into my side.
“Yeah, she sure is,” I confirm, kissing her cheek in gratitude. I have no idea why she’s playing along with this façade, but I’m grateful that she is.
“Well, that explains a lot,” Rebecca smugly says, pleased my rejection was because I was seeing someone, and not because I found her unattractive.
However, I have an awful thought. What if Rebecca mentions Juliet? This could get ugly real fast.
Thankfully, Madison fills in the silence. “Thanks for keeping him company.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” she replies sarcastically, drumming her fingernails on the table.
“Hey, I love your hair color. It really suits you,” Madison randomly says, and I’m not sure if she’s being serious or not, because Rebecca’s bi-colored hair resembles a skunk.
But I nod and remain quiet, not understanding the language of women.
“Oh, thank you.” Rebecca primps up her mane. “I just got it done for the weekend. I needed something to brighten up my time here.”
Madison giggles, cupping a hand over her mouth. “I know exactly what you mean.”
I’m staring, my mouth agape, not understanding what is transpiring here. But the fact Rebecca hasn’t used the words “fuck me” or “blowjob” is a good thing, so I don’t question whatever Madison is doing.
“Sorry that took so long,” Chad apologizes, returning to the table and taking a seat.
He takes one look at Madison, who is still cuddling into my side and smiles. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were bringing a plus one, Dixon. I was told she pulled out at the last minute.”
I freeze up, as I’m not too sure how Madison will feel, knowing I was originally planning on taking the person I dumped her for, to the event she’s now at, saving my ass.
I look over at Rebecca, who smiles at me smugly. Looks like my secret is safe for now.
But Madison doesn’t miss a beat as she replies, “You know us women, we like to keep our men guessing.” She winks conspiratorially at Rebecca, who happily nods.
“Oh, you got that right.” She looks at Chad, giving him a sly little grin.
He melts and gets all love-eyed while I kiss the arch of Madison’s neck and whisper, “Thank you.”
She subtly nods and surprises me by leaning into my caress.
“I’m Chad, and this is my beautiful fiancée, Rebecca.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Madison replies. “Oh my, goddamn, look at your ring. Let me look,” she adds, making grabby hands, and Rebecca chuckles as she proudly displays her hand.“That is some ring. It really is beautiful, Rebecca. You’re going to make a stunning bride.”
Both Chad and Rebecca beam at Madison’s comment, while I watch the exchange, disbelieving how the tension has fizzled, and I no longer feel the need to protect my nuts. Thanks to Madison, my career is safe for the minute, and so is my dick.