Dominant Woman Looking for Love - Chapter 19：I feel a lot better now.

(Note: Suggestive dialogues are present in this chapter. Nothing straight out R-18 yet, but hopefully it’ll still be worth your while!)

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The poor ‘deer’ in front of me seems to be at a loss at what to do.

Jett ends up fidgeting while staring at the glass of whiskey he’s nursing.

I study his face, which looks quite defeated at the moment. Like he has already resigned himself to a night filled with scolding.

My chest tightens at the pitiful sight. I’m sorry, Jett, but…

Setting my drink down, I turn my face the opposite way and my body starts to tremble silently.

…

“PFFT!!! HAHAHA! I can’t hold it in anymore! You’re too much! I’m not THAT mean, come on. Your reaction’s so over the top. I should be insulted to see that, even.” I clutch my sides, doubling over.

Some tears seep out the corner of my eyes from laughing too much. “Ahhh! I needed that. I feel a lot better now.”

“You KNOW… if anything, I SHOULD be thanking you for helping me earlier. So… thanks.” I show him my best smile.

Jett groans and isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or annoyed.

“So, was it fun playing that literal ‘Hide and Seek Therysia’ game you had going with Mr. Hille?” I tease.

He glares at me but answers anyway, “Well, both of us were a little too preoccupied with some things if you must know. I was too focused on getting him away from you, and he was too agitated with my lie.”

Tilting my glass, the ice that was at the bottom slides down to meet my lips as I suck what remains of the scotch whiskey.

I glance towards the bartender to order another drink. This time, I’ve gone with a smooth tequila with a side of Calamansi [1] and salt.

Sprinkling some salt onto the citrus, I drink the tequila in one shot. As a chaser, I immediately suck on the fruit.

God, that’s delicious.

My mouth’s salivating from how well the flavors are working so well together. Such a fantastic combination!

I order another and drink it in one go, letting out a deep and satisfied sigh.

Hearing a soft chuckle, I look towards Jett. I take a peek at the glass he’s holding. The scotch he was carefully drinking sips of at first, is all gone now.

My brows arch, wondering if he’s making fun of me. So I ask him, pouting. “Hmph. What is it?”

“Nah. It’s nothing bad…” He says softly.

“… I think that maybe… you haven’t changed as much as I thought, after all.” Jett stretches out a hand, and I flinch as he slowly traces the side of my face to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

The way his finger slides down the edge of my ear is driving me crazy.

Am I THIS hard up that even a simple touch is having this much of an effect on me?

Without much of a choice, I end up pressing my thighs together. Hoping that doing so could ease the ache I feel between my legs.

My heart skips a beat, and my breath hitches as he caresses the sides of my cheek and jaw all over.

Whimpering, all I could really do to squirm uncomfortably in my seat.

“We weren’t old enough to drink liquor back then, but you still look just as adorable as when you were enjoying that strawberry milkshake that you loved since you were 7.” Jett smiles at me so innocently… so sweetly, that I die a little inside.

If I wasn’t red enough from all the alcohol, my face is undoubtedly ripe to bursting now.

The fact that he’s probably utterly oblivious to how much damage he’s causing to my heart at the moment, is the craziest AND most frustrating part of it all.

Even in his movies, it doesn’t compare to the overwhelming amount of affection he has in his gaze right now.

Jett’s not even doing anything special, but with the way he looks at me… touches me… along with how frighteningly beautiful this guy is… I swear!

Regardless of gender, he can probably make them do ANYTHING for him.

I need to put a stop to this or who knows what’ll happen even with so many people around.

With the same hand I used to grip the glass; I poke the tip of Jett’s nose softly with the point of my wet and most likely cold index finger.

He shivers, seemingly enjoying the feeling of the stark differences in temperature on his nose and the rest of his body.

… Uh-oh.

I look away as I could no longer handle the intensity in his eyes. It seems to have grown even more uncontrollable compared to a few minutes ago.

I laugh uneasily and pretend not to know anything. “What is it now? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“… You’re making me nervous, Mr. Harland.” I’m tipsy, alright?! Tipsy people CAN do or say stupid things you know? Stop taking anything I say or do so seriously. Huhu…

“… Really? … You…? Nervous?” Jett gives me a skeptical look. “Is that so?”

He leans in and alluringly whispers in my ear, “… Or do you REALLY not know why you’ve been rubbing and squeezing your legs together so much since earlier?”

Resting his hand on my shoulder, he pulls me even closer to him. “Hey… I just thought of something. If you’re so ‘nervous’, I know a thing or two about easing that. It’ll start to hurt if you leave it alone, you know. Since I’m around, how about I help you with that?”

His hot breath feels like it’s lapping the lobes of my ear, and it was more than I could take.

I gasp and place my bag on my lap. For now, I cross my legs tightly so I could stop making things worse.

“… I-I just need to pee, alright?!” I spit out in a panic.

Jett rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, really… and Ren Hille has decided to become a monk starting tomorrow.”

With tears in my eyes, I silently beg him to let this go.

Contrary to what I ask, he looks even more worried for me. “Oh, no! It hurts, doesn’t it?! Honey said I could borrow the Smart limousine so we can have some privacy. I can call the driver over right now. Come on; I’ll take you home so we can…”

ARGH! I should just come clean… I can’t take this anymore!

“OKAY! Okay! I give up! Can we have a serious talk?!” I plead.

With an exasperated huff, I lean back to create a bigger gap between us. “… And stop flirting with me, you asshole! ”

He laughs and shifts on his stool to give me some more space. “While it was funny to see you panic so much, I’m glad you’ve finally given in. You’re a tough nut to crack, Missy.”

Seeing my hand resting on the counter, he takes it in his. “To tell you the truth, there’s nothing more I want from you than to talk this out with you.”

“Okay, no hand-holding either!” I snap.

“Okay, geez. Calm down. No more touching, see?” He holds both hands up and slowly places them on his lap.

The way he’s acting and the things I’m saying makes it look like I’m treating Jett like a creeper. I’m even telling him off harshly, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Bah, whatever. I need to concentrate more on other things.

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Notes :

[1] Calamansi – A Philippine citrus fruit that tastes very different from the usual Lemon, Lime, Orange, and Grapefruit you see in the fruit section of North American groceries.