Free All Bottled Up by Christine D'Abo Page A

Bill’s not much for conversation.” Viola rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. Bill has as much to say as the next guy.”
    “Ha! He’ll likely discuss several topics, starting with the office. He’ll try to make himself sound important. Now, you have an advantage because you know the truth.”
    “That’s not fair,” she said and took a sip of her water, careful to swallow all before speaking again. “Bill is important. He runs our region. We figure he’s next in line to move into a VP role.”
    Jerod didn’t look convinced.
    “He’ll then switch the conversation to politics.” 59

    Viola couldn’t believe it. “He doesn’t.”
    “You won’t have to say anything. It’s actually better if you don’t. Ah, our appetizers.”
    Viola had to give her head a shake at the rapid change of conversation. “What?” She jumped with the sudden arrival of the waiter with the plate of steaming seafood.
    The young man smiled as he set the hot oval platter in front of them with a dull thud, bowed, and walked away.
    The aroma was amazing. Viola’s stomach growled its appreciation when she breathed in the mouthwatering scent. She didn’t wait for Jerod and dove in with a fork to snatch one of the prawns from the spread. Garlic and tomatoes threatened to drip off the fork, so she shoved it quickly into her mouth.
    “To your liking?” Jerod asked as he took a sip of his wine.
    She made a mumbling sound and nodded emphatically. Jerod smiled and moved some of the food onto his plate. But he didn’t use a fork. Two of the prawns floated across the table of their own devices and paused to hover over the plate. Viola covered her mouth with her hand to hide her full-mouth laugh when the prawns began to dance.
    “I can guarantee that Bill’s dinner conversation won’t be as entertaining,” Jerod said in a very serious voice.
    “To be fair, you’re a tough act to follow.”
    Their eyes locked across the table. Viola had officially moved past her embarrassment phase and squarely into arousal. Beth had been right—she needed to get laid. Now if she could convince Jerod he was the genie for the job, this might be the most memorable vacation in the history books.
    “So…” she slid the tip of the prawn into her mouth and sucked the sauce off with a popping sound, “…this lesson isn’t about conversation?” The prawns came to rest on Jerod’s plate and he picked one up with his fingers and popped it into his mouth, making sure to lick the sauce from his fingers. “That’s right.” Determined to beat Jerod at his own game, Viola dipped her finger into the wine glass, getting a large drop to cling to the tip. She brought it to her lips and stuck her 60

     
    tongue out so its tip captured the drop as it fell. Closing her eyes, she made sure to let out a little moan of pleasure before she looked at him again.
    “So, I’m supposed to be flirting? See if I have the skills to win Bill over?” She watched as he shifted in his seat, but she couldn’t be sure if it was a result of her actions. Up the ante. That’s what she needed to do. Without letting on what she was doing, Viola slipped her right shoe off her foot. Slowly, she straightened her leg until her foot found its mark—Jerod’s thigh.
    He stiffened immediately, but Jerod must have sensed the impending approach of the waiter, because he leaned in and whispered to her. “You’re being very naughty.”
    “Bill doesn’t like naughty?” She began to stroke the outside of his knee and upper thigh with her toes.
    “Bill always orders for his date. He thinks it shows he’s a take charge type of guy and it will show his good taste.”
    Viola leaned in also, kept her toes busy switching to the inside of his thigh.
    “I trust the good taste of my date.” She smiled and licked up the length of her fork, getting the last of the tomato sauce.
    He was closer to her than she realized. With her leaning forward, her toes brushed against his swollen cock. She blushed