“What would they like?” I ask Rafe as I reach for a glass.
“Drew wants another blood mimosa and Olivia would like a sex on the beach.”
Antonio’s eyes whip up to the bar mirror again and I can tell his mind is racing with her request.
“How about I send her a shot of Flaming Orgasm on the house as well? Just saying that one is always a fun way to break the ice.” Rafe smiles in agreement, on the same page as I am. He’s watching Antonio out of the corner of his eye.
“Sounds good. I’ll start on that while you do the mimosa.”
Rafe returns to their table in a few minutes with the drinks and wanders around to check on things with the rest of the bar guests. Olivia’s peal of happiness over the flaming shot glass sounds light and musical.
“Oh, how delightful! I never knew there was drink named a Flaming Orgasm!” Drew joins in with her enjoyment, forming a quick bond through the shared moment.
“You have such a lovely laugh, my dear. I can’t believe they let you wander around here unescorted. I could just eat you up.”
Olivia must think this is even funnier than the name of the drink. Her laughter increases in strength, and I begin to wonder if she might be laughing at something else entirely.
“Yes,” Olivia responds in a flat tone. “Well, there’s no accounting for taste is there? Different strokes for different folks and all that…”
Hmm, that sounds a little maudlin. I hope Drew can turn her around a bit.
“Whoever he is, he’s a fool. Don’t waste another thought on him. Let’s focus on the now. Red is stunning on you.”
Olivia’s face lights up at the compliment.
“Why, thank you. I don’t normally wear this color. In fact, Vivian suggested it.” With that last observation, she raises her drink, turning her focus to where I am at the bar. “Kudos to her for making me try something new.”
I nod, to show I’m accepting her praise, but busy myself under the counter so a conversation across the bar does not begin.
“Our Viv is a gem, isn’t she? I bet that sweater is as soft as it looks. May I?” Drew reaches a hand out toward Olivia as he waits for her response.
Olivia’s attention is brought back to the brown-eyed man in the booth as she starts to sense the beginning of his desire. She nods her head in mute acceptance of his request. His hand does not go to her shoulder but deftly settles under the table on her thigh and the short knit skirt covering it.
“Oh yes, it is a nice feel. Cashmere if I’m not mistaken, right?”
A perfect moment to push another image to Antonio. This one of me straddling my husband’s lap with his hands running up and over my hips. Then those hands run around to my backside and start to massage my firm bottom. Antonio fumbles with his now empty glass and it clatters loudly across the surface of the bar.
Rafe reaches out and snatches it before it can fall to the floor and shatter. Antonio rises half out of his seat. His erection can clearly be seen behind the fly of his custom-fitted black slacks. Olivia appears entranced by the feel of Drew’s hand on her thigh and has no attention for anything else.
I, on the other hand, am starting to think Olivia is really freakin’ hot. I’d like to go peel her clothes off of her and lick her from head to toe.
Excuse me?
I shake my head, wondering where the hell that came from. Drew’s advances take on a whole new dimension and Olivia leans back in her seat at what must only be his obvious exploration under the booth table. I wish I could feel her wet, dripping pussy in my hand right now. I’m betting it feels hot and tight and just aching to have my long…
Whoa! Holy crap! Antonio is projecting his desires to the entire room!
I slam close my mental door as tight as I can. Unfortunately, that also means I’m blocking Rafe and I can’t speak to him without opening myself back up to Antonio’s desires. This is a first in our books. I’ve never had a reaction from someone taking my blood before who could project so strongly. Either he has latent glamour abilities or some will emerge soon.
I check the room to assess the effects on the others and realize things are