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JAMES

Leah sucked a breath in through her teeth. Her eyes flicked between the restaurant and her phone.

"Why don't we head in and grab a drink?" I suggested.

She nodded, flashing me a smile. "Yeah. I probably need to loosen up. Let's do that."

We got out and walked up to the door. As I opened it for her, gesturing her inside, I lowered my face so only she could hear me.

"You look fucking sexy, by the way."

She cast a wide-eyed glance up at me before stepping inside. I admired the way her tight dress clung to her curves, especially around her supple ass.

Sweet cheeks.

I adjusted myself and then followed her to the bar.

I felt a cold rush through my nerves at the sense of staring eyes. Lowering my hand down to the top of Leah's succulent backside, I glanced around the room.

Every male gaze was fixed on us. Or, more specifically, on my girlfriend's body.

Glaring at them, I pressed into her side and guided her up onto a bar stool with a hand on her hip.

"This place is nice," I muttered.

The lighting was rather dim but the table lanterns provided a comfortable glow. Constant chatter filled the room. Every table was occupied.

I sniffed at the air and was pleased with the appetizing aromas.

"It's Mom's favorite," Leah said.

She shifted in her seat to pull her dress down. The motion drew my eyes to her creamy, freckled thighs.

I exhaled forcefully through my nostrils.

The bartender took our orders and then Leah had her phone out. She scrolled quickly through Instagram. She clearly wasn't absorbing any of the content.

"Relax," I murmured, brushing the silky blonde curls from her shoulder. "Everything is going to be fine."

"I just hate how they're always late." She sighed in exasperation.

She put her phone away and fidgeted with her hands.

"It's not a business meeting." I chuckled. "They're allowed to be a few minutes late. It's called being fash—"

"Fashionably late," she deadpanned. "Oh, I'm aware. That's my mother's M.O."

My mouth stretched into a smile. She was so tightly wound tonight.

I decided to make it my personal mission to ease her tension somehow.

Stretching my arm across her shoulders, I leaned my front into her side. Her body was soft and warm. My lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"Are you wearing the panties I asked you to?" I whispered.

She visibly shivered.