Chapter 1: Bait
The restaurant was exactly the kind of place Hannah loved—dim lighting, the kind that made everything feel intimate, like the world outside didn’t exist. The tablecloth was a deep burgundy, the kind that looked like it cost more than their last vacation. The flickering candle between them cast shadows that danced across Jamie’s face, highlighting the curve of his jaw, the way his dark eyes gleamed when he looked at her.
Hannah shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together just a little too tightly. The remote-control vibrator nestled against her clit was doing its job *very* well.
Hannah had spent the better part of the afternoon debating whether to wear it tonight—just a little experiment, a secret thrill to keep their date night from slipping into the same old routine. Now, as Jamie leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine with one hand while the other rested casually in his pocket, she knew she’d made the right call.
His thumb brushed against something in his pocket. Just a flick of his wrist, nothing obvious. But the vibration between her legs pulsed in response, sharp and sudden, and Hannah nearly choked on her pinot grigio.
She coughed, covering her mouth with her napkin.
Jamie’s eyes flicked up, amused, his lips twitching. *"You good?"*
Hannah swallowed, her fingers tightening around the stem of her glass. "Fine. Just—went down the wrong way."
Jamie smirked, slow and knowing, like he’d caught her in something. But he didn’t press. Instead, he reached for the bread basket, tearing off a piece of focaccia with deliberate slowness. The scent of rosemary and olive oil filled the space between them, but all Hannah could focus on was the way his fingers moved—strong, capable, the same way they moved over her skin when he was in no hurry.
She shifted again, her thighs squeezing together.
The vibration was low now, just a teasing hum, but it sent a shiver up her spine. Hannah took a slow sip of her wine, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat, trying to ground herself. She wasn’t going to let him see how much this was affecting her. Not yet.
Jamie leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze locked on hers. "So, how was your day?"
Hannah blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "My day? It was... fine. Busy. You know how it is."
Jamie nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, I do.
Long meetings, back-to-back emails, the usual." Jamie reached for his glass, his fingers brushing the remote in his pocket again—just a flick, just enough to make Hannah’s breath catch. The vibration between her legs pulsed, slow and deliberate, like a heartbeat syncing with his.
Hannah exhaled, forcing herself to stay composed. "Mmm. And yours?" Hannah asked, her voice just a little breathier than she intended. She reached for her water glass, fingers trembling slightly as she lifted it to her lips. The ice clinked against the crystal, the sound almost too loud in the quiet booth.
Jamie’s smirk deepened. "Oh, you know. The usual. Client calls, spreadsheets, the occasional coffee run." His thumb brushed the remote again—just a flick, just enough to send another pulse through her. Hannah’s toes curled inside her heels. She pressed her thighs together, trying to steady herself.
"Oh you!" she muttered.
Just a breathless laugh, the kind that said she was already losing the game they’d started without even realizing it.
Jamie’s grin widened, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the way her voice had gone just a little too soft. "Am I?" He took a sip of his wine, watching her over the rim of the glass. "You’re the one who put that thing on. I’m just… *responding*."
Hannah’s fingers tightened around her fork, the tines pressing into her palm. The vibration between her legs was steady now, a low, insistent thrum that made her skin feel too hot, too sensitive.