ANGEL
It took only a glance to see that Vincent wasn’t appreciating it.
“Angel. Put that down. And face our table.” His voice was almost an inhuman growl.
“Why? I think the sight behind you is more interesting, Daddy.” I smirked faintly, ignoring his scowl. “Besides you aren’t exactly talking to me about anything,”
Then I took another long deliberate lick, maintaining eye contact with Vincent the entire time.
My strap slipped off my shoulder right on cue. Baring the curve of my shoulder, the top of my chest where the sundress gaped just slightly. I didn’t fix it.
I could feel the man in the next booth's interest intensifying even though I wasn’t looking.
“Fix your strap.” Vincent’s voice was harder now.
The patient father's routine was peeling away and what lived underneath was
