Chapter 6

I shook my head quickly, no. I needed this attention, his touch, something to tell me I was still desirable after all this time. Something to tell me Chad was wrong to leave. “I didn’t want to come tonight,” I admitted. “Barry sort of bullied me into being here.”

“Well,” Nigel said, his hand high up on my thigh now, his fingers mere inches from the hardness shoved down the front of my jeans, “I’m glad you’re here.” He leaned closer and his fingers brushed against my erection, sending slivers of delight spiraling through me. “Let me know if you see anything you like,” he told me, tracing the zipper of my jeans as his fingers probed the outline of my dick. “Once I take everyone’s order, I want to thank you personally for all your help.”

“I’m not doing much,” I sighed, but his hand on my crotch said otherwise.

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