Anton’s POV
This function couldn't end soon enough.
And if the length wasn't bad enough, the little minx was making it impossible to try and calm the rather uncomfortable situation happening in my pants.
We were sitting at the tables they had set up, waiting for the servers to bring around dessert, when all of a sudden she rested her hand on my leg, rather close to my most favorite part of my anatomy.
"Hannah," I said, a note of warning in my voice.
She looked over at me, her eyes wide and innocent as she asked, "What?"
I narrowed my eyes and placed my hand over hers, "You're playing a dangerous game."
She leaned closer to me so she could whisper in my ear and asked, "What are you going to do, Mr. Dark? Give me a s******g?"
Fuck. Me.
What a birthday present this was going to end u
