Hummingbird by Nathan L. Flamank Read Free Book Online Page B

cashmere dress up over her hips.
    Selena’s eyes were on the waiter, she saw him pause mid-step as he noticed her pulling her dress up over her ribs and then the waiter looked away and resumed walking towards their table. Selena sat down and glanced at Jack, he nodded his head and Selena sighed as she pulled the dress up over her breasts and they spilled free and her face flushed redder still and then the dress was obscuring her face and she spent a few blissful seconds hidden from the waiter and then she had to concede defeat and she tugged the garment fully over her head and up her arms, she quickly finished removing the dress and dropped it on top of the table.
    Selena glowered across the table at Jack and she crossed her arms over her ample breasts, she expected him to tell her off, to put her in her place once again but he didn’t say a thing and she didn’t know what was more infuriating; the fact that he didn’t object to her covering her breasts or the simple truth that was her own annoyance at wanting him to object.
    Goddamnit , what a situation to be in .
    Selena waited until the server had left their drinks and walked away and then she reached out with her left hand and snatched up her scotch, as she took a sip she could see that Jack’s eyes were on her chest and she glanced down and spied that her right nipple was exposed and she cursed herself as she watched the bud grow hard before her very eyes.
    Selena downed the contents of her glass, the alcohol burning as it slid down her throat and in to her stomach and she put the empty glass down and Jack indicated his own untouched drink.
    ‘Do you want mine?’
    ‘Ha, what do I have to do for it?’ Selena asked, her words dripping with scorn.
    ‘You look as if you could use it more than me, here,’ Jack said and he picked his glass up and offered it across the table. Selena reached across with her left hand and Jack pulled his hand and the much needed alcohol away from her extended hand, she stretched further and she felt her right breast caress the table cloth and then her hand clasped the glass.
    Jack held the glass tightly for a moment and then gave it up and Selena sat back in her chair and without consciously knowing her right arm had dropped to her seat’s arm and it wasn’t until she noticed Jack’s eyes had moved away from her face that she became aware of her now totally exposed upper body; Selena toyed with the idea of covering herself but realised that if she really wanted to get out from under the Fat Man and the mess that she was in that she would be showing Jack a lot more than just her tits over the next month.
    My God, a month? Am I really doing this ? Selena sipped her drink. What other choice do you have? You’ve constructed this situation, luckily for you Jack here still fancies you otherwise you’d be fucked .
    ‘So what now?’ Selena asked and she shifted in her seat and she felt a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as Jack’s eyes followed the movement of her large breasts as she adjusted her posture.
    Jack ignored her question and picked up her discarded dress, he looked at the garment in his hand and then looked across at Selena.
    The look on his face made Selena feel suddenly afraid, he looked angry and she had never once when they had been dating seen Jack look angry and right at this moment she felt scared of the man sat opposite her.
    ‘What were you thinking Selena when you decided to wear this tonight? Were you hoping to hurt me? To remind me of our break-up?’
    Selena shrugged : the petulance obvious and formed of cruelty.
    ‘Were you hoping to upset me, to remind me of the pain you caused me, you decide to wear the dress I caught you sucking his cock in? Is that it?’
    Selena smiled and she was all too aware of the vicious quality of the smile, and yes he was right, she did want to hurt him, to cause him pain.
    ‘Yes,’ Selena spat out, the venom stretching the word in to a long hiss.
    Jack nodded his head