Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 18

Steamy Affair

My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned.

Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap.

Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you.

I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad. Me: I don’t have a vibrator.

After I replied, I went back to talking to Everett.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he cleared his throat.

“Steve,” he said, looking at my dad, “did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?” My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked.

Dad smiled. “No, I didn’t. You’re interested in photography, sweetie?”

Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face. “Yes.”

“Why haven’t we seen any of your work?” he asked.

I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? “I like keeping it to myself,” I stated, hoping he would drop the subject.

“I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them,” Mr. Williams started.

My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. “No! I’ll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I’ve taken. They’re in my room. It’s much better than a picture on a phone. You can’t ever see anything on those things. I’ll be right back,” I said, leaping out of my chair.

Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.

“Fuck!” I said once I rushed into my room. “This really can’t be happening.”

I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.

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Steamy Affair

I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.

“I, uh, I started… like… maybe…” I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. “Uh…”

Mr. Williams smirked.

“Three months ago….

maybe?”