Chapter 60: Two parts mission (2)

Tom ordered quietly when the server returned, his outward attention fixed on the menu while his mind worked through the way he could use to achieve the mission.

Less than thirty minutes to go...

With the target’s fiance on one side and his wife on the other side, he couldn’t just open his mouth and start anything.

And the System had told him to use his initiative, which was another way of saying there would be no further help.

"Hunhun..." Tom breathed in.

The food arrived in well-timed courses. And conversation moved in polite, shallow currents, enough to sustain the image each couple needed, not enough to become real.

"You should eat more fish, darling. It’s as soft as you use to like." Adrian continued to play the attentive fiancé with practiced ease, occasionally guiding a bite toward Stella’s mouth for the benefit of anyone watching.

Sienna, seated beside Tom, was warmer than usual, her smiles were measured and purposeful as she angled herself toward the social opportunity the senator represented. She would throw a small smile at Tom at interval as she ate her food.

It was Stella who eventually shifted the tone.

She set her utensils down, sat more upright, and turned her gaze on Sienna.

"How did the two of you meet?" she asked.

"May I ask?" Stella added the politeness afterwards.

"Of course yes." Sienna’s smile held, but Tom saw the brief swallow that preceded her answer. She glanced at him once, a quick, silent alignment, before letting out a light chuckle.

"So, we met at a club," she began.

"He was a very good dancer. So good that I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was one of those rare moments, love at first sight. I went over and asked him to dance with me." She looked at Tom then with staged fondness. "I’m a strong dancer myself, by the way."

Tom returned the smile on cue, playing his part without overdoing it.

Stella’s gaze flickered to him and she looked at him for a second.

"Interesting. He doesn’t look like someone who dances." She said.

The comment was mild, almost idle but Tom who had been thinking all while, quickly heard the opening inside it.

He turned his head and held her gaze directly.

"I don’t look like a lot of things I can do," he stated.

The words were calm, unhurried, and edged with quiet implication. Stella got it and her throat moved as she swallowed. For a brief moment she seemed to search for a tidy response and failed to find one.

"...That’s fascinating," she said at last.

Tom’s smile deepened by a little, genuine this time. He was amused by this rare sight of her unsettled and short of words. He let the moment breathe, then reached for his phone under the cover of shifting in his seat.

**You only look that lost for words when I was inside you.**

He locked the screen and set the phone face down beside his plate before glancing up again.

Stella’s phone lit quietly on the table. She picked it up with elegant disinterest, then went still as her eyes moved across the message. The widening of her gaze was small, very controlled but he caught it.

At the same moment, Adrian turned toward her.

"Would you like to try this one, or should we order you something else?" he asked, nodding toward his glass.

Stella cleared her throat lightly, set the phone down, and replied, "Any one is fine, darling."

Adrian accepted that easily and angled his body toward Tom instead, clearly more interested in continuing their earlier rapport.

"You should taste this," he said, pushing the glass slightly forward. "Tell me what you make of it."

Tom accepted the glass, then paused with it in hand.

"Give me a second, I need to send a quick message to a client. He’s waiting on a response." he said.

Sienna’s eyes flicked toward him, a trace of surprise crossing her face, as if she were recalculating how much of his life currently existed outside her knowledge.

"A client?" She wondered inwardly with maximum curiosity then one part of her told her it wasn’t her business.

Adrian, unconcerned, gestured for Tom to go ahead with what he needed to do.

Tom picked up his phone again and opened message.

**My cock hasn’t forgotten how tight you got around it.**

**Has your body forgotten, or is it already reacting under this table?**

He sent it, locked the phone, and only then lifted the wine.

He took his time with it, using his nose first, after perceiving the scent, he inhaled deeply and took a sip, before speaking to the notes with the same clean precision he had used at The Langford.

Adrian’s expression brightened with approval, already launching into a comparison of vintages. Their conversation closed around the wine, leaving Stella temporarily outside it.

She had read the second message.

Color rose along her cheekbones. She swallowed once, then again, her fingers resting too carefully against the edge of the table. Adrian did not notice. He was fully occupied with Tom’s assessment of the wine. Sienna, however, was less absorbed. Her gaze moved across the table with quiet attentiveness until it settled on Stella.

"Everything alright?" she asked.

Stella’s answer came a moment too quickly. "Of course. My PA doesn’t know when to stop messaging." she said and gave a tight smile, gesturing at her phone.

Sienna smiled politely. "Oh, then you should reply. If you keep ignoring it, they’ll assume that’s a cue to continue."

"...Right," Stella said.

She picked up her phone and typed.

**This is not the place for this.**

Tom allowed a few seconds to pass before he checked the message. Across the table, Adrian said something that pulled a practiced laugh from Sienna. Under that cover, Tom’s thumbs moved again.

**This is exactly the place.**

**I want you wet in that chair.**

**Dripping the same way you did the first time I stretched you open.**

Stella opened the message, read it, and went very still. The blink that followed was slow. Her breathing had changed, not dramatically, not enough for the whole table to notice, but enough for Tom to see the difference in the line of her shoulders and the careful way she closed her thighs beneath the tablecloth.

Adrian and Tom exchanged another remark about the wine. Sienna laughed softly at something the senator said. The public surface of the dinner remained intact.

Then Stella set her napkin down and stood.

"Please excuse me for a moment," she said, voice controlled. "I need the restroom."

Adrian nodded absently. Sienna offered a polite smile. Neither of them looked concerned.

Tom kept his expression neutral as Stella turned and walked away from the table, in her usual elegant posture.

The System’s voice landed smoothly in his mind.

```

[MISSION PART 1 COMPLETED]

Get Stella so wet that she can’t stay seated.

Force her to leave the table with her panties soaked.

Status: Success

```

A second window opened almost immediately.

```

[MISSION PART 2]

Follow her and finish up as you deem fit.

[REWARD: Pending]

[PENALTY: Carried forward if failed]

```

Tom’s fingers tightened once around the stem of the glass before he forced them to relax. From the outside, he remained a composed man mid-dinner, listening to a senator talk about wine. On the inside, the difficulty of the next instruction settled hard in his chest.

Following her would not be simple.

Not with Sienna beside him,

Not with Adrian across the table...