Chapter 176
Steak I need to discuss this work matter with him and sign off on some paperwork, but my body is giving my brain no say in the matter.
The sight of him has my heart racing and my cheeks flushing.
As I approach, Sawyer’s authoritative tone fills the air, and it sends shivers down my spine. I can’t help but tease him a little, unable to resist.
“Sir, permission to interrupt your lesson?” I call out, my voice teasingly respectful.
Sawyer halts mid-sentence, turning to face me, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he sets aside the recruits’ instruction. “Amelie,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as all of the newbies jump to attention once they realise who I am, “can it wait until later?”
I fight the urge to pout, knowing full well it can’t. But I play along, pretending to consider his request. “Well, Sir, I suppose it could, but it’s really rather urgent.”
His gaze flickers with a mixture of amusement and something else I can’t quite decipher. “I’ll hold you to that,” he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument.
With a grin, I nod. “Of course, Sir. I’ll be waiting.”
Turning on my heel, I begin my retreat, my heart still racing from our brief interaction. As much as I try to focus on the task at hand, Sawyer always manages to leave me feeling hot and bothered – even after all this time.
As I turn to leave, ready to tackle the task awaiting me, Sawyer’s voice calls out, stopping me in my tracks.
“Amelie, wait,” he says, his tone commanding yet inviting.
I pivot on my heel to face him again, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Sawyer strides over to me, his presence commanding attention even amidst the hustle and bustle of the gym. “While I’ve got you here,” he begins, his voice low and suggestive, “would you mind assisting me with a self-defence demonstration?”
A thrill shoots through me at the prospect, and I smile at his request. “Of course,” I reply, eager to indulge in any opportunity to spend more time with him, even if it’s under the guise of work.
With a nod of approval, Sawyer gestures for me to join him in the centre of the gym on the sparring mats, where the recruits are now watching with keen interest, fanned out in a semicircle around us.
As I step forward, I can feel Sawyer’s gaze on me, igniting a warmth that spreads through me like wildfire. This may be a work-related task, but with Sawyer, it always feels like something more – a tantalising dance between professionalism and desire.
I meet Sawyer’s gaze, and for a moment, it feels like the world around us fades away, leaving only the electric tension between us. His eyes hold a promise of something more, something that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Alright, recruits,” Sawyer addresses the class, his voice firm yet velvety, “pay close attention. Amelie here is going to help us demonstrate a few techniques.”
I step closer to him, acutely aware of the heat radiating from his body. His proximity sends my pulse racing, and I can’t help but inhale the subtle scent of his cologne, a heady mix of musk and spice that intoxicates my senses and causes my core to clench.
Sawyer’s hands gently guide me into position, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. As he demonstrates each move, his fingers linger against my skin, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.
The air crackles with anticipation as we move in sync, a seamless dance of power and desire. With every twist and turn, every touch and graze, the tension between us grows thicker, more palpable.
I catch glimpses of desire flickering in Sawyer’s eyes, mirroring the heat that burns within me. It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, teetering on the edge of something irresistible.
As the demonstration draws to a close, Sawyer’s gaze lingers on mine, a silent invitation hanging between us. The recruits all clap, their enthusiasm filling the air, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Sawyer.
Smirking, I step closer to him, the heat between us palpable, and rise onto my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, my voice a husky murmur, “You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but you can’t prise the whip from his hand.”
A low chuckle escapes Sawyer’s lips, his breath warm against my ear. “Later. Don’t make plans. You’re mine tonight.”
His words send a thrill through me, igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second.
With a knowing smile, I nod in agreement, the promise of what’s to come hanging in the air between us. I leave the file with him, reminding him to sign off on the things I need, and exit the gym.
As we part ways, the anticipation of tonight’s rendezvous fills me with a heady excitement, and I know that whatever awaits us, it will be nothing short of electrifying.
Sawyer thought he was being sneaky with the light touches and whispered words earlier today.
Well, the joke’s on him; he asked me to pick somewhere I would like to go for dinner and to make reservations.
I had meetings all day after I left him and had to ask Kalen to book me a table.
But I have a plan, one that will be payback for working me up earlier.
I was almost tempted to jump Kalen when he came to see me, but decided to save the pent up arousal for tonight.
Sawyer will pick me up at eight because he has some order business to take care of.
Kalen is off doing whatever it is Kalen does when none of us are around, probably annoying the shit out of Adrianne by being a bad influence on her brother, Falon, or maybe even playing matchmaker.
Slate has a meeting with someone in the music business, and Onyx is in the shower, having just gotten in from a two-day mission.
Applying the last coat of lipstick, I look at myself in the mirror. Elsie helped me find a special outfit just for tonight, and she’s damn good at it too. I look good.
Onyx chokes on a cough and I turn to face him, biting my lip when my eyes follow a droplet of water that rolls down his sculpted chest and gets lost in the train of hair that dips below the white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.
“I don’t know if you’ll make it out of this room for your date with my brother. I might just tie you up and spank you.”
I snort. My outfit isn’t one I would normally dare leave the house in, but tonight I plan to recreate the first time we met, but really play into the teacher-student aspect.
From the white button up shirt that I have tied above my navel and the very short pleated skirt that Elsie kept from our time at Knox Academy, to the white knee high socks and black heeled Mary-Janes.
“Normally, I would be more than absolutely okay with that,” I tell him with a wink. “But tonight I plan to channel my teacher kink again.”
Onyx snorts and comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m jealous that I was never your school teacher.”
Twisting me in his arms to face him, he takes my chin between his fingers and tilts my head up, so he can lean in for a kiss.
“Nope,” I say, pulling back. “You’ll ruin my lipstick. And I have to go.”
Onyx pouts but steps away from me and I miss the heat of his touch on my skin instantly.
Grabbing my coat, I make sure to secure it well, so Sawyer has no idea what’s underneath until we are at the pub.
I know we don’t technically need a booking, but I asked Kalen to reserve us a private table and I know he will have, because as mischievous as he can be, he also has a heart of gold and wants to please me.
A horn beeps and I race out to the car, sliding into the passanger seat and accepting a kiss on the cheek from Sawyer, who knows not to ruin my lipstick, unlike Onyx who doesn’t give a fuck about that sort of thing.
We talk about work, our day, the new recruits, as we drive to the restaurant, with me occasionally giving directions so as not to spoil the surprise.
When we pull up outside the place where we had our first unofficial date, Sawyer turns to me with an amused smirk.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing.” I bat my lashes at him innocently and he snorts.
“Of course you’re not.” He shakes his head but climbs out of the car without another word, coming round to open my door for me.
I love how gentlemanly he is. His brothers could honestly learn a thing or two from him.
“Thanks,” I say as he slips my hand into the crook of his arm and guides us inside.
Sawyer leads us to the entry but when he tries the door it’s locked. Both Sawyer and I look at each other, him frowning, and I shrug.
“Kalen said he made a reservation for us.”
Sawyer pulls out his phone and dials his brother. “S’up fuckers?”
“Did you forget to make a reservation?” Sawyer asks.
“Ye of little faith, it’s booked.”