A Tiny, Silly Little Thing

A Tiny, Silly Little Thing


GINGER

I continued to glare at Lincoln, contemplating whether or not a fork through the wrist might be something I could get away with. Then again, Lincoln was not in possession of your average, flimsy, snappable kind of limbs, so I imagined that spearing him with just about anything would be a near impossible feat for someone like me. But…I could most certainly poke the fucker. 

Deciding that it was worth a shot, I was just about to reach for my cutlery when my eyes snagged on something sour and dejected on the other side of Lincoln’s profile. Well, two somethings if you counted Zelda and the way she was mean mugging me from across the table. However, for once, Zelda was not my prime concern, although she remained the one I was most wary of. The dark blond headed, pinched faced Timberwolf was something new entirely, and the way she was glaring at me like I was some future mistress that she might have to compete against made me want to climb onto Lincoln’s lap and cover him with my DNA - something that I’m one hundred percent confident that he would allow me to do, propriety be damned. 

Goldi Locks was steady eyeing the space that remained between my chair and Lincoln’s, or rather, the lack thereof. Lincoln had maneuvered his chair about six good inches to the right, the distance in my favor, and was more or less crowding me into a corner. And considering the not so subtle glances Rafael was throwing our way, his eyes bright with discernment, Lincoln’s preferences must have been more than a little clear and was probably apparent to all persons present.

Unless you were from Timberwolf…

“Lincoln!” Goldi Locks simpered nervously, casting an aggravated glare toward me as she fought to sequester his attention. 

Lincoln shifted in his seat, turning his body to the left to gather Goldi in his sights while simultaneously using the movement to slip his hand from the outside of my dress to the inside, which forced a startled gasp from my chest and my back to snap to attention.

I felt the beginnings of a growl rumbling in my throat and I gritted my teeth with frustration.

A growl?

What the fuck?”

“What is it?” he snapped in her direction, his voice dripping with annoyance as his fingers wrestled with mine down below. 

He was trying to dip his finger behind my panties, right there at the dinner table in front of the entire free world and I was not going to let him. For one thing, should we get caught, an act like that would give power to the various nick names that his mother tends to call me.

Not that the thought of him wanting me so fiercely that he couldn’t help himself from touching me so intimately didn’t turn me on, it definitely did, but I swore to myself that I was going to punish him tonight, that I was going to say ‘no’ and I was determined to do just that. Even if it meant denying myself a much needed orgasm before a three course meal.

Goldi pouted her lips, her eyebrows drawing together coyly as she aspired to adopt a look of acute vulnerability, which made her seem timid and delicate.

The cunt.

My eyes swept over her face, taking her in as best I could without being too obvious. She was cute, I supposed. Most guys might even find her more so, but she was disrespecting herself by Judging by the perfect application of her make-up, her carefully coiled hair, and her fashionable yet boring ensemble, she portrayed a young woman who appeared secure in herself, maybe even to the point of conceit. A girl who was used to being the prettiest in the room, or at least being told as much. Someone confident and outgoing. Not desperate and thirsty, which was all that she she was showing me.

When she began to speak, her voice started out so soft and melodic, that I found myself straining my ears, eager to hear her words.

“You promised me that we would spend the evening getting to know each other, to further explore our connection.” The…fuck..? “You said you agreed to give us an actual chance.” Her eyes flickered over his shoulder to fixate on me before drawing back and I curled one eyebrow toward the ceiling in boredom of her fruitless charade. She added, “It seems like you’ve changed your mind.”

This girl…

So it’s a connection she wants, is it?

I can connect a few things too bitch. Cool your panties whore.

He promised her?

He? Promised? Her?

And seems? Changed his mind? 

Does this bitch actually think she knows him that well?

Does she truly think that kind of shit works on sadistic, full of themself, asshole Alphas like Lincoln?

Pfff.

I fully expected Lincoln to snarl something cruel enough to shake her silly fool self back down to earth, but…that’s not what happened. Instead…he surprised me.

Lincoln’s hand stilled in my lap, his fingers going slack and drawing ever so slowly away from my own as he retracted his attention as well as his touch.

“I haven’t,” Lincoln replied gently, releasing a tired sigh. “I feel exactly the same as when I made that promise. Believe me, we are going to spend the evening together.”

Just the notion of it, in and of itself, lit a fire in my blood stream that rendered me speechless and caused the marks on my inner thighs, as well as the freshest one on my breast to burn with holy fire.

Are you fucking with me right now?

Is he for real? 

She smiled shamelessly, her flat blue eyes unable to hide their smug satisfaction as she floated a haughty little grin my way and then turned to face Zelda. The former only winked in Goldi’s direction, patting her hand on the table before cresting her gaze over my own. Her eyes said that she’d bested me, sparkling with joy when Lincoln suddenly straightened and scooted just the slightest distance away from me, refusing to meet my eyes as I stared at him in silent horror. 

It was a tiny little thing to notice, really. A tiny, silly little thing, but somehow…somehow it felt enormous. And it burned a hole straight through my chest.

Chin up Ginger, according to your uncle you might never have to suffer Lincoln’s bullshit ever again.

Finally, you know where you belong and you...can go home.