He fiddles with something beside his leg, and then my purse vibrates. Shit. I reach discreetly for my purse and pull out my phone. For a second I thought Caulter stuck my vibrator in there. While reporters direct question after question at my father, I slide my finger across the screen, seeing a text from a number I don't recognize.
That dress is the most fuckable thing I’ve ever seen.
I glance over at Caulter, who puts a piece of pancake in his mouth. He avoids looking at me. I touch the keys on the screen, typing out a response as I feign paying attention as a reporter directs a question at me. “Katherine, have you decided on a major?”
Art, I want to say. I open my mouth, ready to declare my undecided-ness for the entire world, and my father interrupts me. “Law, isn’t it, Katherine? Pre-law?”
I pause. Fuck you, I think. But I smile instead. “Law,” I say. “Yes. Law.” I hit “send” on the phone, underneath the table.
How did u get my number u stalkr. lve me alone.
Caulter looks down beside him. A minute later, I feel my phone vibrate again.
This syrup doesn’t taste nearly as sweet as you. I can still smell you on my fingers.
When I look at him, he's closing his mouth around a syrup-coated piece of pancake and licking his lips dramatically. I'm not sure whether to be turned on or appalled at the balls he has to text something like that right here in the middle of this event, surrounded by reporters and at the same table as my father.
I type out a response.
U r not ever ever ever tasting me.
“Caulter, how are you and Katherine getting along now? Was the photo in the paper a one-time occurrence, or is there real tension between you?”
My heart stops, and I reach for a glass of water. Is there real tension between us? My mind flashes immediately to the image of Caulter with his hand between my legs, his fingers bringing me to the brink of insanity right there in the middle of the hallway with my father and his new bride waiting downstairs. Is there tension between us? I'm preoccupied with Caulter. I can't decide if I want to throw him over a cliff or let him bend me over and fuck me.
“I can’t answer for Katherine,” Caulter says, his voice interrupting my thoughts. “But the incident in the paper was really taken completely out of context. We were actually joking around, arguing over -- coffee, was it?"
"Coffee." One of the reporters chuckles.
"I think with two teenagers as obviously bright and talented as these, there will be similarly heated discussions in the future as our two families merge." My father's voice booms.
As our two families merge.
He doesn't know what kind of merging Caulter and I have been doing. I avoid eye contact with Caulter as my phone vibrates again.
I'm going to merge with you.
I roll my eyes and reply.
Corny. Also, no. Just no.
From the corner of my eye, I see Caulter smirk, and he taps on the phone while still nodding along with a point someone is making about an issue I don't give a shit about. I can't think of anything except the fact that my panties are damp, and I'm concerned that when I stand up, the evidence of my attraction to Caulter will be right there for the entire world to see.
I look down at my phone.
I'm going to bend you over, pull that dress up, and slap your ass good and hard.
Heat rises to my face as I think about Caulter sending all the plates and silverware on the table crashing to the floor with one dramatic gesture of his arm, then taking me right here in this little mom and pop cafe.
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm becoming a sex-obsessed lunatic.
I hit the power button on the phone and focus on the breakfast. I'm determined to put all of this nonsense out of my head. I pointedly ignore Caulter, who nods and smiles and answers questions politely, all things that are so unlike Caulter that it puts me on edge. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Instead, we make it through breakfast completely free of any incident. I can tell that his mother is just as surprised as I am. My father smiles happily, pleased, I'm sure, that we've behaved ourselves.
“The driver will take you and Caulter back,” he says outside, walking toward a car with Ella.
“What?” My voice sounds like a squeak. My father is the king of surprises.
“I have another speaking engagement.” He doesn’t even bother to explain. "You kids did great."
Behind me, Caulter chuckles. “Alone in the car. Alone in the house. Do you think you can resist, Princess?”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll be fine.” I’m still bending forward, ducking as I slide into the car with Caulter behind me, when I feel his fingers reach up and graze my panties. I nearly jump out of my skin, slapping his hand. He just laughs, as if he just did something completely appropriate. When I slide to the other side of the seat, he grins.