Free The Master's Exception by Veronica Angel Page A

enjoyment, savoring the taste. I tried not to let my mind wander down the gutter at his little moan. “Mmm. Delicious. Seems my business partner was right in his recommendation of this place. I’ll be returning every day while I’m in town I bet.” He chuckled slightly.

    “Oh, so you’re here on business then?” Why was I making small talk with Mr. Sex? Stupid, stupid, me. At my interest, his face took on a different expression. I suddenly felt like a caged bird being appraised by the household cat. What was it about him that gave me the distinct impression that he was the predator and I was the prey? Strangely, I found I didn’t entirely mind the thought, being caught by him was quite an enticing prospect.

    “Yes, my business partner runs the office here in San Diego. I monitor things from my home up North but every so often I stay in town to touch base with him and monitor things.” I noticed he didn’t offer his exact line of work. For some reason I found myself itching to ask him twenty questions. Biting my lip to keep from doing so, I refilled his water while nodding and smiling politely, pretending not to care.

    Just as I realized I’d been standing there much too long for normal waitress, patron interaction I felt his hand touch the back of my leg ever so softly as I bent to top off his drink. I froze, feeling every nerve in my body start to tingle. As he slowly ran it upwards and slid his hand underneath the hem of my skirt I shivered. Then it was gone, just short of grazing my ass in their lacy boyshorts. I should’ve felt outraged, I wanted to slap him across the face indignantly for his out of line behavior, but I honestly felt no anger, only pure unadulterated lust. Shit.

    As I turned to face him, fully prepared to read him the riot act for his indiscretion, his eyes met mine. They smoldered, the green seemed to darken in color, and I recognized the dilation of his pupils as proof of his arousal. “Please forgive me angel. I felt compelled to touch your skin, if only for a moment. I seem to be drawn to you in an irrational way.”

    Swallowing slowly,  I tried to formulate an appropriate response. The use of the name angel was literally melting the walls around me. If he only knew what that meant to me. Finding no words, I took leave of his table and fled to the kitchen to cool myself off. Hating the fact that I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my neck as he watched me retreat. I needed a minute to compose myself away from his heated, watchful gaze.

    As if on cue, Grace approached just as I was slamming the water pitcher down on the service counter with more force than necessary, her cute little red-haired bun flopping to the side in an endearing way. Knowing my cheeks were probably flushed I looked down. “Hey, what’s going on with you Chloe? You okay?” I did my best to compose myself before answering.

    “Fine, perfectly fine.” I snapped a little too quickly. I hurriedly refilled the water pitcher for something to do and grabbed a few more table settings. I felt myself flushing even more at my attempt to avoid the question, feeling the path he blazed with his fingertips being permanently fused onto my skin. I looked up and met my friend’s eyes. “It’s just that guy, he’s under my skin Gracie. Fuck.” I muttered.

    She smiled knowingly and giggled a little. “He’s got the eyes doesn’t he honey?” Unfortunately, Grace knew all about my predilection towards green-eyed men. “There’s just something about him isn’t there?” She said thoughtfully, gazing out at the tables and appraising him as he consumed his steak with an almost primal hunger. The man just oozed sex appeal no matter what he did.

    I thought about telling her how he had touched my leg that way, then for some reason thought better of it. I couldn’t explain it, but it felt private, sacred almost, which made absolutely no sense having just met the man. How was I feeling this kind of intimacy