she pounds the drink and orders another one.
***
Eli nods to the waitress and signals for another drink. His afternoon was hell listening to his brothers fight about the contract. The Sterlings were split right down the middle. He was on Cole’s side, agreeing the extra money will be well-spent to ensure consistency and quality. The other two brothers were not so convinced. They stayed locked up in their hotel room until they were all in agreement.
The waitress sets down two more Seven and Sevens in front Eli. She’s a cute little thing with an ass that would make anyone hard. He catches her wrist before she turns to walk away. Her name is embroidered in silver on her black uniform. Layla.
“What time do you get off?” Eli’s voice is thick with lust. Stress has driven him to maximum frustration, and he’s ready to take Layla upstairs right now.
She reaches down and adjusts his collar. “Eleven.”
He groans when her knuckles brush his neck. He pulls a room card from the chest pocket of his shirt.
“See you then, Layla.”
The waitress walks away, and Eli tries to push down his stiffened cock straining against his zipper. There’s no way he’ll be able to get through dinner with this fucking raging hard on.
“Kam, order for me. I’ll be right back.”
He’ll find a hot piece of ass to fuck or do it old school style. Eli pushes back in his chair and stands. His head spins lightly, and he begins to walk when he’s steady enough.
“Chloe,” Clint calls out.
Eli looks up. She came to play hardball from the looks of it. Her tan skin and exposed tits nearly have him coming in his slacks. He stares at her fuck me red high heels and roam a little further up her legs. He wants Chloe now and naked, with those red shoes wrapped around his neck.
Something grabs Chloe’s attention, causing her to turn slightly and reveal her perfectly shaped ass. Her black dress hugs every single one of her curves. When his eyes reach her tits, he can’t hold it back any longer and takes off for the bathroom.
There’s no way in hell Eli will be able to get through dinner with that sitting across from him. He needs to relieve himself, and now.
Well, that wasn’t awkward at all, Chloe thinks to herself as she takes a seat at the table. The other men greet her and even offer to buy her drink. Chloe orders another one and then studies the menu. She looks up every once in a while to see Eli’s chair empty.
She halfway wonders if he recognized her and left. There was nothing in his eyes or mannerisms that said he did. Her mind wanders to the brothers and their lack of recognition. For Christ’s sake, there was a Chloe Thompson permanently glued to their brother’s hip through their whole childhood. She chalks it up to their being preoccupied by a multi-million dollar project.
Clint entertains the men with small talk varying from sports to pussy. Most women would blush at such brash language, but Chloe is used to Clint’s tactics. She notices Dax sit up a bit taller as Clint tells all kinds of wild stories.
“Whose pussy we talking about?” Eli pulls out his chair and sits down across from Chloe, not making eye contact.
“Dude, Clint here is sharing all his outlets for pussy.”
A waitress approaches the table as the men continue talking shop. She finally clears her throat to gain their attention.
“Are we ready to order?”
“I’ll have the black and blue salad.”
“How would you like your steak cooked?”
“Medium rare, please, with ranch dressing and another drink.” Chloe runs her finger down the condensation on the outside of her glass.
The men order and she focuses on anything but them. Her eyes roam the crowd for familiar faces just to be distracted.
“Chloe.” She feels a light touch on her shoulder. When she looks up, she sees Landon standing before her.
He’s dressed in a full suit with every button in its proper place. The man could be on an ad for GQ, clean cut and shaven