Chapter 33 He Wanted Me

Luna Belle Fernandez POV

Grateful to finally locate a seat, I sink into one of the transparent plastic chairs arranged around a Perspex table. The backrest is curved, and the seat is low. Getting up without flashing my underwear in the process will be difficult. The modern design of the furniture favors aesthetics instead of comfort. Now more than ever, I regret wearing a thong, but the dress is so tight that panty lines would’ve been visible.

Robinson slides with considerably less difficulty onto the chair next to me. A waitress removes the reserved card on the table and asks what we’d like to drink. I open my mouth to say ginger ale, but Bart orders champagne and sparkling water.

Celeste walks to the balustrade and leans over, swaying her ass to the beat of the music. Bart goes to stand at her back, caging her between his arms with his palms planted on the rail. Unable to shake my unease, I look around, assessing the faces on the floor below before searching the bridge next to the D