Haunting-Adeline

be able to bite Addie’s clit.
And I really enjoy doing that.
“It’s pre y crowded in there. You sure you don’t want to go somewhere
else? I know a perfect place a few blocks from here.”
Mark waves a hand, already walking across the road towards Bailey’s.
Fuck.
I follow a er him, opening my mouth and readying to find another
reason to opt-out of the restaurant, but he’s turning back to me.
“I actually really enjoy the drinks and food here. I come here every so
o en, and I usually get in no problem. The hostess loves me,” he says,
ending his statement with a wink.
Yeah, and how many mes did you ask her, “Do you know who I am”
before she found an empty table?
My guess is at least four mes.
Sighing internally, I force a grin as Mark approaches Bailey’s restaurant,
walking in and right up to the hostess.
And just like when an ex walks in unexpectedly, the hostess’ smile drops
an inch before forcing the most strained smile known to mankind.
“Hi, Mark. Table for two this me?”
“It would appear so,” Mark responds with a smartass chuckle. I keep my
face blank and pleasant, even as she sighs and leads us to a table out on
the pa o.
Right where Addie is.
Thankfully, she doesn’t no ce us when we arrive, even though we’re
seated only five tables down. Our table is perpendicular to her, providing
the perfect view of her heart-shaped face, abused bo om lip, and the long
lashes fanning her cheeks.
She’s wri ng on her laptop, wholly focused on her task and not the
world around her. Her bo om lip rolls between her straight teeth. I have
the fiercest urge to walk over and take that bo om lip between my own.
Despite my obsession with my li le mouse, I keep my eyes off of her. In
fact, I make a point to never look in her direc on in front of Mark. I got a
single look walking in while Mark was ahead of me, and that’s the only
privilege I gave myself.
If he sees me looking at her, she’ll be targeted. And the last thing I want
is Addie on any of these shitheads’ radars.