- There are four of us...
Logan pointed to Barek who was beside him, and Goren and Eames who were following them.
Goren tried as best he could to get away from the little blonde girl who kept clinging to his arm.
To his great despair, the more he tried to extricate himself from his hold, the more she strengthened her hold, pressing more firmly her small breasts against his arm, making him startle, and blush violently, everything embarrassing.
Logan did not understand too much what was happening between Goren and Eames.
This manner that Eames had to squeeze to Goren.
It was strange...
They had gone for a drink before coming to eat.
Eames couldn't be drunk, just with a drink.
Unless she couldn't handle alcohol.
But strangely enough...
The other times...
Eames had very well supported the drinks she had been drinking.
But tonight...
It was different.
Even the atmosphere between Goren and Eames.
There was something electric.
Logan turned to Barek, who was also watching Goren and Eames.
She had a small, amused smile on her lips.
Good God...
Seeing Goren in this situation was pretty funny.
But Carolyn wondered why Eames was acting like this with Goren.
She could see that Eames had something on his mind.
And sooner or later...
Barek would find out what Eames was up to.
Goren put his hand on Eames' hand and tried to pull it away from her arm, but she tightened her fingers on his arm.
What the hell was wrong with Eames...
Why didn't she let go of him...
And she was sticking to him.
Couldn't she let go of him...
And let him breathe.
In addition...
Goren could feel the firmness of her small breasts on his arm.
His whole body burst into flames, his blood boiled all over his body.
But he pulled himself together.
No.
He mustn't react.
Not like the night in the park...
Or in the file room.
He had to be on top of himself...
And control himself.
Thinking about the file room...
Goren wished that Eames wouldn't do one of his weird ideas again.
And he thought that in the presence of Logan and Barek...
Eames would not try anything.
But it was useless.
Eames stuck to him.
Didn't let him out of his sight.
To his big despair.
And the pressure of its small breasts against its arm...
Had what to damn a saint.
And lose all control to a man.
What he was before all.
And what Eames had probably forgotten.
It was very disturbing to feel her small breasts...
But also very embarrassing...
But from another point of view...
So nice.
- Alex... Goren looked away, red-faced, not daring to look at her. Can you...
Eames raised his face to Goren's, shook his head in denial, put a big mischievous smile on his lips, his big hazel eyes shining with that little flame he recognized.
That little flame that had shone in his eyes that night in Central Park.
And he didn't like it at all.
What was she playing at.
Ah no...
Eames wasn't going to repeat his nonsense from the last time.
In addition...
They were in the presence of Logan and Barek...
So why was she acting like that...
Eames should have behaved normally...
But not at all.
- Why... She put her cheek against his arm, making it turn scarlet. I am well there.
She was well there...
Name of God...
It was a lost cause.
The little blonde was again do anything.
And in the presence of Logan and Barek.
It wasn't right.
Eames was playing with fire too much...
If he had known...
He would have gone home after the drink...
But he was sure...
Eames would have followed him.
She was really infuriating.
Oh very beginning...
He found it funny.
But by the end...
It was too much.
Good God...
How was he going to escape from this infuriating little blonde...
Who wasn't about to let go of him of a sole.
He was simply trapped.
The evening was going to be long...
Goren felt something brush against his leg.
Something that looked like a foot.
Strangely enough...
He had no doubt who it was.
It was another small blow by the little blonde next to him.
The worst part...
She had her elbows on the table, her head resting on her hands, making it look like she was listening to Barek.
But the pink in her cheeks couldn't fool him.
Goren felt the hilarity rise in him.
It was so infuriating...
But so funny.
Goren let out a small chuckle from his lips, and bit his lip.
Shit...
He hadn't been able to control his hilarity in time.
Too late for him.
Goren received a violent kick to the calf, making him wince.
Eames turned to him, a big smile on his face, nodded his head, with an air of saying well done.
Oh the bitch...
Eames had just given him one of her kicks.
Had she heard his little laugh...
Oh yes, she did...
That kick confirmed it.
She had heard well that he laughing at her.
And as she had not appreciated...
She took revenge in her own way.
No but oh...
If Eames behaved normally...
That she didn't act weird...
And did everything and anything.
He would never have made fun of her.
- Oh no...
Eames bent down, stuck his head under the table, to reach out, and pick up his napkin, which had just fallen to the floor.
Well done.
She was going to be able to make another attempt.
The blow of tightening itself against him had not really been a success...
But there...
It would not be bad.
She was sure of it.
Eames put her other hand on Goren's thigh, making him jump.
She gave a big, satisfied smile.
At this place...
Logan and Barek couldn't see what she was doing.
Eames would see whether or not...
Goren was responding to her maneuvers.
She ran her fingers up his thigh slowly, making Goren tense up.
She stopped her fingers a few millimeters from his crotch.
Eames could not take her eyes off the sight of his crotch.
The vision she was seeing...
This bump which had just appeared to his pants...
Proved to him that he was not insensitive to his attempts.
And that on the contrary...
He reacted even very well.
Eames satisfied of her discovery, went out his head out from under his hand, her towel in the hand, as if nothing was, and let her hand still wandered some time on the thigh of Goren.
Goren turned to her, gave her a dark look, full of reproach.
Why was she playing this.
It wasn't fun.
And why wasn't she letting go of his thigh.
So Eames had fun torturing him.
She was doing her nonsense from the other night again.
She was really exasperating.
Eames' fork fell to the floor, and Eames bent down again to pick it up, but long, thin fingers rested on his arm, preventing him from doing so.
- Don't even think about it...
Was Eames going to stop this nonsense at last...
It wasn't funny anymore.
Don't think about it...
And what else.
Eames moved her fingers away from her arm, and stuck her head under the table, picked up her fork, and started the same scenario again with her hand on Goren's thigh.
Except this time...
She stopped her fingers at the bulge in his pants, brushed the fabric with her fingers.
Goren jumped, blushed violently.
No...
It could not be possible...
Eames had not dared such a thing.
And however...
He was not dreaming.
It was indeed his fingers that brushed the fabric at the place of his anatomy.
Which was growing bigger and bigger at this caress.
Good God...
Didn't she see in what state she was putting him.
But he had absolutely to stop her.
It couldn't go on like this.
Logan and Barek were about to find out what he was up to.
With force, he put his hand on her arm, and made her raise her head above the table.
Goren leaned towards Eames, brought his lips close to her ear, brushed it.
- You're going to stop this circus...
Goren had just spoken his words curtly into her ear.
Eames turned his face towards him.
- I don't know what you're talking about...
Pardon.
Eames didn't see...
Oh the liar.
She was playing with fire...
And sooner or later...
She was going to get burned.
It was better for her to stop her stupidities. quickly.
Goren was seriously starting to be irritated.
Should he leave her in the lurch, and let her go home alone.
It would be a good revenge.
But he knew he could never do such a thing to her.
After all...
He would take her home.