87: Maybe Mafia

BLAIR

I’m going to kill Lucian very soon if he doesn’t stop touching me!

It is not his fault you like it too much. A sassy voice in my head cackles.

I grumble mentally. I couldn’t believe how much my subconscious seemed to like him more than me. How does that even make any sense?

I jump a little in my seat when his thumb starts riding high again. Reminding me I didn't have panties on since we discarded it in our…tryst. He is shameless!

The men in the room do a good job at keeping their faces blank and their eyes away from us. I wish I could say I was able to remain still since I knew what he was doing this and knew it was coming. But it was like pouring ice cold water on someone. No matter how well they were expecting it, it’ll still shake them up.

“Stop it,” I whispered harshly in his ear.

Lucian looks at me from the side, a hint of a smile on his lips.

He hasn’t been his usual dry humorous self here. He seemed more aloof than anything. Which I guess is how the outside world perceive