The Siren. Tiffany Reisz

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      “What what is?”

      “Something about you. You make me want to do crazy things.”

      “Like what?”

      “Like this.”

      His knuckles grazed the nylon of her tights and dragged up over the curve of her thigh. He leaned over the table and brushed his mouth over hers with the lightest of touches, just enough to make her lips buzz.

      “Wow.” He pulled back and looked her over like she was a creature from outer space. “You make me feel kind of reckless. I think I like it. What about you?”

      For a long moment Izzy couldn’t answer him. She wasn’t sure if she was more stunned by his audacity or by the fact that she hadn’t pulled away.

      “I don’t even know your name,” she said at last.

      “It’s George.”

      She nodded, let the tip of her tongue play over her lips where he’d kissed her.

      “Izzy,” she said. “I think I like it, too.”

      He shoved a knee between her legs.

      “Shall I keep going?”

      Izzy answered without thinking. “Don’t stop.”

      He gripped her thighs. Izzy gripped the red leather of the seat. George’s jaw tensed and he clouded over. For a minute, she thought she saw something more than the lust of a stranger in his expression. As he worked his way over her, rubbing through the layers of material and nylon, they were silent. Izzy couldn’t help breathing harder, but she stiffened her spine and moaned and tried not to move.

      Behind them, the waiters shouted to each other in Italian. Outside, the city rushed past in a blur of blue traffic. Underneath the table, George’s hands kept busy.

      “Oh my God,” Izzy said, eyes widening.

      “You like that,” George said, pinching harder.

      “No—I mean, yes.” Izzy said, struggling to breathe. “Marcella. From work, she’s right over there.”

      “I should stop?”

      “No. I mean, please. Please don’t.”

      “Did she see you?”

      “Not yet.”

      “You’re blushing.”

      Izzy moaned, trapped in a cozy little booth, with a stranger’s hands between her legs. Her conscious mind screamed for her to run away. It seemed her body was pinned to the seat.

      Suddenly, George pulled back, straightened up and took a sip of his coffee. His hand shook a little. Izzy was left teetering on the brink and ready to scream.

      “What’s going on?” Izzy said, aware that her voice sounded desperate. She was also uncomfortably aware she would probably be prepared to beg.

      George puffed air through his mouth.

      “Go to the ladies’ room,” he said, sliding a knife from his place setting across the table. “Take this with you.” He nudged her hand with the blunt side of the blade.

      “Whoa, I’m not—”

      “Cut your tights,” George said, interrupting her. “You need to make it so I can reach you properly. Please.”

      Izzy opened her mouth. There were no words in it. So instead, she slid the knife into her purse and got up, hoping her legs would still support her. She walked to the toilet and shut herself in the cubicle. Her hands were awkward as she sawed a hole in the nylon. The knife was blunt and it was hard to make much of an opening. She took hold of the edges and tugged, stretching the hole wider.

      As she opened the door, she was startled to find her work colleague facing her in the mirror.

      “Marcella,” Izzy said. “Uh. Hi.” Her pulse banged in her ears. The other woman dabbed lipstick onto her mouth.

      “You okay, Isabella?” Marcella was Spanish. “Look a little bit hot.” She rasped her aitches.

      “Yeah, I’m just…I ate chili.” Izzy turned on the tap to cover her embarrassment.

      Marcella frowned. “Hmm.” She zipped her lipstick back into her purse and gave Izzy a rose-red smile. “Don’t be late back.” At the door she stopped and turned. “Nice looking hombre.”

      Izzy tried not to check as she walked back to the table. Was Marcella nearby? Had anyone else cottoned on to them? What if the waiter came? Her train of worries was cut short as George grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down next to him. Suddenly she forgot all the good reasons to leave.

      All she could think of was how she’d like to kiss the smile right off his face.

      “Don’t move,” George said under his breath. He tucked his hand between her legs. “Now remind me what’s happening here.”

      “We’re having coffee,” Izzy said, swallowing.

      “I was on my way to a concert,” George said, one hand brushing gently, almost casually, against her inner thigh. “But I the theatre over-booked.”

      “Yeah. I fucked up. Everything went haywire. So right now you should be listening to baroque cellos,” Izzy said, her eyelids dropping low. “And I should be eating a cheese-and-pickle sandwich in the staff room.”

      “And instead,” George said, as his fingers made contact with her bare flesh. Izzy jumped so hard she banged her knee on the underside of the table.

      “On edge?” he said, grinning.

      “Just barely,” she said, narrowing her eyes. She shifted in her seat, moved closer to him. George hooked the edge of her knickers and pulled them away from her, so that she squirmed from the lack of friction, the absence of pressure.

      At last, he rewarded her with a single, gentle stroke of his index finger, running up the wetness of her seam. Twisting his hand, he placed two fingers tentatively over her clit and held them there while she pulsed against him, trying to wriggle and grind herself against his hand. He inhaled slowly.

      “Man,” he said. “You’re so impatient.”

      “God, yes,” Izzy said, trying not to growl. Unable to help herself, she rocked back and forth against his blunt fingertips. Bent over his hand, half of her hoped it wasn’t obvious what they were doing, and half of her didn’t give a flying fuck. Still, it wasn’t enough.

      Not until he pushed a fingertip inside her, curling it up slowly until Izzy thought she would scream, did she catch a glimpse of the orgasm she was so desperate to find. With his thumb he pushed at her clit, nudging it insistently.

      “That’s probably why you screwed up,” George said.

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