Revolting

Chapter Six - Whipped Cream and the Cherry on Top Michael

From the first moment I laid eyes on William Pierceson, I was intrigued. He was a beautiful sight to behold, all lean and graceful. I had felt his warm blue eyes running over my body the moment I entered the room, and I knew he was interested. Throughout the meeting my eyes had kept traying to his almost elven features; his slender nose, his full lips, bright blue eyes framed by long dark eyelashes that would have been the envy of any woman. His firm jaw was clean shaven, and his hair was brushed back carelessly away from his face. He avoided my eyes the whole meeting, which annoyed me. Obviously he was as proud and stubborn as he was handsome. That's why I couldn't help but needle him about the rogue issue. Unfortunately in the process I pissed off his Luna, which wasn't a very auspicious start for inter-pack relations.

I happened to be in town, just leaving my lawyer's office, when I saw William leaving the park with the kid. On impulse I decided to follow him. Maybe I was being a bit of a stalker, but I wanted to see him again, to talk to him. I felt a little pang in my chest watching him play with the little girl. I was certain he must be her father, because I could feel the closeness of the bond between them. If he was her father, then he must already have a female partner. I needed to know. So I boldly followed him into the restaurant and approached his table. I was greatly relieved when he informed me that the little princess was his niece, and not his daughter.

The arrival of a buxom little waitress interrupted our conversation. The little girl squealed, "Ice cream!" and clapped her hands in delight as the upside-down ice cream cone was set in front of her. William smiled indulgently and handed the kid a spoon. "Watch out," he warned me, "She wears as much of it as she eats."

The waitress looked at me expectantly. "Can I get you something?"

"I'll have a coffee please," I ordered easily, "And a slice of the apple pie." "Would you like a scoop of icecream on that pie?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

She bobbed her head and jotted my order down before she bustled away.

I turned my attention back to William. He was watching me closely as he slowly unwrapped his silverware from the napkin. I couldn't help but notice his long, elegant fingers. My mind immediately started imagining what it would be like to have those fingers trail across my skin. I shook my head at my own musings, and reached across to swipe the cherry off the top of his sundae. His brow furrowed as he watched me pop it in my mouth, and suck the sugary maraschino cherry off its stem.

"What makes you think that I would want to play with you?" He asked me coolly, but I could see by the dancing in his eyes that he was flirting with me.

I sat back and twiddled the stem between my fingers. "I'm an excellent play date," I said confidently. "I'm fun, adventurous, good at sharing, and," I smoothed back my hair dramatically. "Ridiculously good looking."

He snorted and dug his spoon into his glass dish, "You forgot humble," he said sarcastically.

"I forgot nothing." I flashed him my best smile. "My enormous ego is just part of my charm."

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Just then the toddler at my elbow smashed her spoon into the whipped cream hair of her clown-ice cream and sent spatters of it flying everywhere, including up my arm and across my cheek. Across the table, William burst out laughing. The sound of his laughter warmed me on the inside, and I would have gladly plastered myself in ice cream just to hear it again. The little girl gave me a toothy grin, as though she had conspired with me to help me win over her uncle. She was an adorable thing, even now that she had chocolate sauce on her nose, and whipped cream in her ebony curls.

I swiped my fingers down my cheek, and then licked the whipped cream off my fingers. I did not miss his eyes watching me as my tongue lapped off the sweet fluff, or the slight color that stained his cheeks. He was not unaffected by me. "So, what do you say?"

He looked away from me and used a napkin to wipe up the mess that had spattered across the table. I could still see his mouth fighting not to twitch back into a smile. "Do you fish?" he asked. "I was thinking of going out to the lake on Saturday."This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Perfect!" I beamed at him. I didn't really care about fishing, but if it was an excuse to spend the day with him, I was all over it. I could pretend to enjoy it, for his sake. I'm sure someone had a fishing pole in the pack house, somewhere. "You bring the worms, and I'll bring lunch."

"Sounds like a plan," he said, with a genuine smile. God, when he grinned like that, he looked like an angel, with his blond hair like a halo around his beautiful face. I couldn't look away. I went through my share of partners, just to satisfy my needs, but damn it, I hadn't really desired someone the way that I desired him in a really long time. And when I see something I want, I go for it.

The waitress came with my pie. William reached across the table with his spoon and took a big chunk out of my slice. "Hey!" I protested.

He grinned playfully and stuffed the spoon in his mouth, unintentionally bringing my attention back to his lips. His tongue darted out to swipe some crumbs off his upper lip. I had the feeling he knew exactly what he was doing to me. "Mmmmm, so good. Payback." He pointed his spoon at me. "You stole my cherry."