Embarressment

A/N: Just a short scene that plagued my mind until I wrote it down. Feedback is very much appreciated.

I had been watching them for awhile – the group of friends two tables over from my own corner table – while I fingered the lip of my glass and let the ice slowly dilute the fine spirits within. They’d been in high spirits since they arrived – joking, laughing, flirting, and becoming increasingly more daring the more they imbibed.

My psychology professor once told me that you cannot predict a single individual’s behaviour in any given situation, but you can predict the reaction of the masses. I would argue he simply did not know what to look for. Over the years I have become quite apt at reading people and predicting their behaviour. I must be.

As the hour drew late, and the group of friends no longer had any secrets left for me to ponder, I pushed my untouched glass aside and stood. As I neared their table I slowed my stride, making sure they noticed me coming, and came to a stop behind a loud brunet with kissable lips and bitten down nails. I leaned down and placed one hand on the back of his chair, the other on the table next to his elbow, taking care not to touch him. He stiffened and I heard his breath hitch as my lips came close to his ear. He could smell my cologne and feel my heat seeping into his back, and I whispered the words I knew would make his dick throb and desperately press against the zipper of his jeans. I watched his friends go quiet as color started to rise on his pale cheeks. His hand, with their short bitten nails, trembled ever so slightly next to mine on the table, and he opened his mouth to wet his lips.

A quick look to his lap made me smirk as I straightened and continued walking towards the door, muted whispers from his friends following my retreating form.