She hurried past Freddie and the large group of people at her table and headed straight for the restroom. Once she'd caught sight of herself in the mirror she realised she looked a mess. Her make up was smudged, streaks of black eyeliner ran down her face. She was still violently shaking, going over in her head what had just happened outside.
"Why would he do that?" she thought to herself, "Why did I even go out there?" Her mind was racing, she felt nauseated and dizzy. "Must be the alcohol," she said calmly, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She turned on the tap and lowered her face under the stream. The cold water felt good, as her face felt like it was burning. "Okay get it together," she repeated to herself, taking out her makeup bag to make herself look normal once again. Once she had decided she looked decent enough to return to her group, she took a final deep breath and left the restroom.
She turned towards her table and froze. To her horror, Tom was stood with Freddie and their friends, talking as if nothing had happened. He saw her standing there watching them, gave her a quick wink and carried on his conversation with Freddie.
"Babe! Over here!" Freddie shouted across the pub to her, beckoning her over, motioning towards the glass of wine on the table. She nervously walked over to Freddie, who scooped her up in his arms and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss. She could smell the beer on his breath which turned her stomach, but as Tom was watching she forced a smile on her face and affectionately kissed him back.
"Tom got a round in, he got you one too, here," he said, handing her the wine glass. She reluctantly took it from him, taking a long sip as she stared into it, not knowing where to look. She could feel Tom's eyes on her, it felt like a white hot laser beam burning through her flesh. In her mind a flashback appeared, his hands all over her, his lips biting, licking, kissing her; his growing aggression as she tried to fight him off. Yet here he was joking around with her boyfriend as if he hadn't a care in the world. She shook her head as if the memories of what happened 20 minutes before would literally fall out.
"You okay Eva?" Tom asked, a smug half smile spreading across his face, "You look a bit flushed." She scowled at him, then cleared her throat remembering she'd have to act normal so as not to raise any suspicions.
"I'm fine, it's just a little bit hot in here that's all," she mumbled, smiling sweetly at him then quickly darting her eyes back into her glass.
"It is a bit isn't it," he mused, as he came to sit down beside her. "Maybe we should go outside again," he whispered, leaning in towards her, smiling that devilish smile that she wanted to slap from his arrogant face, but at the same time made her melt inside.
"What are you doing?" She hissed.
"I'm just talking to my old pal Freddie and his very lovely girlfriend," he said, putting on a mocking innocent tone, "what's wrong with that?"
"You know full well what's wrong with that, what are you trying to do to me?" She spat back at him, averting her eyes from his gaze, one look into those smouldering, hypnotising eyes and she feared she'd be under his spell again.
"Oh there are a lot of things I'd like to do to you, or did you not get that from my demonstration outside, would you like me to show you again? I've got a lot more in mind that that," he purred, knowing she was riled but also that there was nothing she could do about it in front of Freddie.
"Just go away!" She said, glancing over at Freddie who was none the wiser to their conversation. Probably due to a combination of the loud music and the volume of people in the pub. She was quietly grateful that he was a bit dim at this point, he was neither clever nor observant enough to have noticed the tension between them.
"I can't do that, that would be rude, and we both know you enjoy my company, now don't we?" He whispered seductively into her ear, making her shudder, his hand sliding up her leg under the table where he knew no one else could see.
"Stop that!" She said, pushing his hand off and going to stand up, he discreetly pulled her back down into her seat. "Now now," he mocked, "let's not make a scene, just sit down." Anger and frustration bubbled inside her, he was taunting her yet again. She would not admit for a second that a part of her had enjoyed what he done to her outside, neither would she admit that she felt her pussy stir whenever he was around, including now. She could feel her cheeks flushing red again.
"Fine. If you won't leave, I will," she hissed. She quickly rose up out of her seat and headed towards Freddie, but before she could get to him Tom was in front of her, flinging his arm around his shoulder.
"Listen mate, Eva's not feeling too well and wants to go home. I was planning on leaving anyway, so if you want seeing as I only live down the road I can get in a cab with her and make sure she gets home alright? She didn't wanna say anything because she didn't wanna ruin your night."
Her heart sunk. The conniving bastard. She knew he had excellent powers of persuasion and could wrap anyone around his little finger. The fact that Freddie wasn't the brightest made it even easier. Freddie looked towards her, concerned.
"Are you okay babe? What's wrong?" He went over to her and slipped his arms around her waist, she didn't want him to let go. If only he knew what was happening, what Tom was doing. If only she could tell him what happened outside, but she daren't.
"I'm fine, I'm just exhausted so I'm gonna head home. You stay here though, honestly I'm fine I'm just going to go straight to bed anyway," she said tiredly, sounding very convincing. Tom was impressed.
"Are you sure?" Freddie asked, looking deeply concerned for his girlfriend, one who was lying to him about the real reason for wanting to leave.