Xavier FINAL(84)

     I looked out the window and saw Billy pull up next to us. “Be nice to him. He’s not like you.”

     “How am I?”

     “Rough.”

     “You seem to like me like that.”

     “I understand men like you.”

     “That’s good. I like that about you.”

     He opened the door and got out. He reached in and grabbed my hand.

     Billy looked unsettled as he approached us. I looked up at Xavier and he appeared pleased with himself.

     I could either laugh or get pissed. Neither appealed to me.

     We were sat immediately at a table in the corner.

     “What will you have Billy?”

     “I’m not sure.” He replied looking up and then at me.

     Xavier’s arm hooked over my shoulder.

     I looked up at him and he winked.

     “Easy Captain Obvious of Obviousville.” I whispered.

     He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Go hard or go home.”

     The waitress retuned with three dark Ales, Xavier had ordered. He also ordered dinner.

     “Prime rib Billy?” he asked

     “Sure,” he looked at me again as if to say, like I have a choice.

     “Perfect me too.” He looked up at the waitress, “Three kings then. I’ll take mine bloody.”

     He squeezed my shoulder and winked.

     For the love of God. I wanted Xavier who didn’t like periods back.

     “Two kings, I will take some French onion soup and a chicken Ceasar salad.” I smiled at the waitress.

     When the waitress left the inquisition began. “Where did you grow up Billy? Do you come from a big family like Taelyn and I do? Do you have a girlfriend? What do you wanna be when you get out of school? Where will you live after college?” And it ended with, “When did you start playing piano?”

     Billy looked stunned by that question. “I was three.”

     “You’re amazing. I saw a video your mother put up on Facebook from high school. Why the hell aren’t you still playing?”

     I looked at Xavier and smiled.

     “I don’t like the attention. Being on stage isn’t comfortable for me.”

     “You ever play with a band or just classical music?” Xavier seemed to be much more relaxed and so did Billy.

     I leaned into Xavier a little more and a low rumble escaped from his throat. That sound was like a trigger deep inside of me. I let by hand rest on his thigh and he took in a deep breath. Billy was completely unaware and totally engrossed in the conversation about music.

     I moved my hand slowly up his thigh curious if he was as affected by being this close as I was. He was. I allowed myself to rub my palm slowly up and down the denim covering Xavier.

     Billy excused himself to use the restroom and Xavier sat back and looked at me. Still in complete control.

     “What are you doing?”

     “Playing.”

     “What happened to office hours?” He stilled my hand and then groaned and he applied more pressure.

     “I didn’t know this was work.”

     “I told you I was a busy man today.”

     He placed my hand on my lap and laughed making me feel like a total idiot for letting go.

     I looked away and tried to focus on the art hanging on the walls. Anything but look at him.

     “You blushing,” he whispered in my ear in his deep gavel like sexy voice.

     He wrapped his arm back around my shoulder and pulled me into his side again. Then leaned over and licked my ear.

     “I’m gonna tease the hell out of your little clit just like this when we get back to your new place and you’re gonna let me.”

     “Xavier--.”

     I was interrupted by his hand guiding mine back under the table. I gasped when I felt his hot flesh against my palm.

     “Don’t you stop until you’ve finished me off.”