Chapter 5

The air inside the private screening room was thick, heavy with the scent of old leather, expensive cologne, and the electric charge of anticipation that had been building between us since we first arrived at the drive-in. Outside, the night hummed with the low murmur of hundreds of cars, their headlights casting long, ghostly shadows against the rows of vintage sedans and modern coupes parked in neat diagonal lines. Above us, the massive screen was still dark, waiting for the second feature to start, but neither of us cared about the movie anymore. We were too busy consuming each other. I sat perched on the edge of the plush velvet chaise lounge, my legs spread just enough to feel the draft of the cool air conditioning against my bare skin, but not enough to hide what I wanted. My silk slip had ridden up my thighs, the fabric clinging to the dampness between my legs. I watched him through half-lidded eyes as he stood before me, his tie loosened, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal the hollow of his throat. He looked like a king in a castle, but tonight, he was just *my*