Chapter 16: In which she let the dogs out.

"So...Nate, how's Taniya?"
He's doing this on purpose! He's sooo doing this on purpose! That SOB from Hell!
I have to keep repeating “I'll not react to a psychopathic dick" in my mind over and over again to stop myself from jumping over the table and strangling the abomination called Hugh Donovan.
That cactus has been going on and on about his and Nate's 'good old' days' like I'm completely invisible, talking about how many women him and Nate had slept with and how many they had shared. Shared? The fuck? They were women, not food, you misogynistic fucker!
Nathan, however, had the decency to look the slightest bit ashamed, his hand tightening its grip on mine from under the table as we sat in the lounge room, with coffee and refreshments laid in front. I tried to keep my expression impassive but I was failing miserably while my patience level reached boiling point.
"How come you still remember them? I don't think I remember much about my high school days…” Nate grimaced as he said that.
"How can you forget?" Hugh looked appalled. "Those were the best days of our lives!"
This time it was Nathan who looked like the epitome of irritation. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and finally faced Hugh.
"Look...you used to be my best friend, I know that, but if keep up this 'chat' about our past life, I will kick you out. Savannah is my girlfriend now and I don't remember, not do I want to be reminded of my past life." My heart soared at his words and then he looked at me with a devilish smile and winked. "And besides, next time I won't stop her from slapping you across the face."
And at the glare that the baboon gave me from across the table, I wanted to do just that. But then he smirked and open that annoying babbler and said in an equally annoying sing-song voice.
"Moaning Myrtle, didn't notice you there!"
I was about to hit him, Nate even released my hand, but then...I decided to let the dogs out.
"Oh Hugh!" I said aghast, pouting my lips and blinking my eyes like I was about to cry. "How can you still call me that!" I leaned forward to show him the little cleavage that was visible from under my all-business shirt, "I thought I was a hot piece of ass..." All big doe eyes.
He looked down my dress, trying to have a better view, then back up at my face. Blinked. Gulped. He had the audacity to blush.
Gotcha!
I didn't have to look at Nathan to know that he was trying to hold in his laughter, but his hands on my thing was possessive enough to tell me he'll get back at me for this trick.
"We-well...ah...I have a meeting with my father this afternoon....so I better leave right now....um, yeah!" Hugh stuttered numerous times, almost making me laugh out.
"Yes, you should," Nathan said with one hand on his chin, all businessman-ly, while his other hand lay on my thigh.
Then, Hugh jumped out of his seat and dashed out the door, all within the span of a few seconds and just when the doors closed after him, Nathan and I burst out laughing.
"Oh My God! Did you see the look on his face!" I exclaimed laughing, when suddenly, I found myself lying flat on my back on the couch with Nate hovering over me. Possessiveness a brand on his face.
"That wasn't very nice, Savannah." He held both my hands tightly clasped in his big ones above my head, his tone making shivers run down my spine...the good kind.
"W-will it be a-alright if I-I apologized?" I stuttered, his proximity and the scent of his cologne mixed with a certain masculine scent that was his, it was frying up my poor, poor brain to a crisp. This 'hot piece of ass' should be declared illegal.
"Hmmm," he made a face, acting like he was debating on what to do. "Nope. I guess I'll just have to punish you."
The devil-
My mind went completely blank as his lips descend on mine with fierce passion. Possessive. Demanding. Hot.
He took my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it, making my back arch off the couch; a moan making its way out of my throat.
He took advantage of it and inserted his tongue into my mouth, making me taste the coffee he'd been drinking. Black with one teaspoon of sugar. I usually hate black coffee, but if it came with a serving of Nate....I think it just became my new favourite.
That thought was lost as soon as Nathan brought one of his hands down to my leg, resting them on my inner thigh and caressing there, so…so close. Teasingly close to drive me insane.
Damnit! I wanted more. It wasn't enough. I wanted more of him. Closer. “More…”
But when I drew him close, my kiss getting more demanding....he removed his hands and pulled away from me.
"What the-" I said, still dazed from the kiss.
"Too bad Miss. Tresscot, this..." he mercilessly traced one finger down my chest, between my breasts and to my lower belly, making my stomach clench with need, but stopped before reaching any further and drew back again. "Is your punishment for being a tease."
He got up and fixed his clothes. Then reached down to give me one more lingering kiss and then he was out the door before I could even react, leaving me laying dazed and confused on the couch.
"Meet me down at my office in 10 minutes, Miss. Tresscot, we have a meeting to attend," with that he closed the door behind him.
"Argh!" Turning over, I yelled into a futon as my womanhood throbbed with need.
Did the bastard just leave me here, alone and unsatisfied?
Yup. He did.
And I'm having my revenge. Just you wait Nathan Synclair! You are sooooo dying of blue balls!