Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 66: After Dinner Sex 2

"What do you mean you have to attend a dinner date tonight?"

Tasha’s voice sliced through the quiet apartment, sharp enough to make Liam’s hand freeze on the last button of his shirt.

Her face was flushed, pink creeping up from her neck to her cheeks and her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"It’s not like I have a choice," Liam said, turning back to the mirror. "I owe her and she’s cashing it in."

"You owe her?" Tasha stood from the couch, his oversized black T-shirt shifting with the movement and riding up on her bare thighs. "That’s enough reason for you to go on a date with someone?"

Liam exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes on his reflection. "What do you want me to say, Tasha?"

"That you’re not going."

"I can’t do that. I already agreed."

Her arms crossed over her chest, and she stared at him like she was waiting for him to crack. When he didn’t, her jaw tightened. "So what about me? Did you forget that my uncle can send people at any time to kill me?"

"It’s dinner." Liam came out of the toilet, grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch, and slung it over his shoulder. "I’ll be back after. Two or three hours, tops."

"What if they show up before you come back?"

"Then you lock the door like I told you to and call me the second anything feels wrong. I’ll leave the dinner and come straight back." His voice was steady, but the knot in his stomach twisted tighter. ’I hope they do attack so i can come back home.’

He turned toward the door.

Her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

Liam stopped, glancing back over his shoulder. "What now, Tasha?"

She hesitated, her fingers still wrapped around his wrist. Her blue eyes searched his face, and when she finally spoke, her voice was quieter than before.

"Do you like her?"

Liam’s face heated immediately. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The question caught him completely off guard, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at her.

’What the hell? Why is she asking me that?.’

He looked at her for a moment, confusion flickering across his face.

Something about her vulnerability made him want to toy with her a little, to draw this out.

A slow grin tugged at the corner of Liam’s mouth. "Are you jealous?"

"No," Tasha snapped immediately, her face turning even redder. She let go of his wrist and crossed her arms again. "I’m not."

"You sure? Because it really sounds like you’re jealous."

"I’m not jealous, Liam."

"Uh-huh." He smirked, leaning back slightly against the doorframe. "So you just randomly care who I spend time with now?"

"Shut up."

"I told you," he said quietly, his voice losing the teasing edge. "It’s just a debt I have to pay. That’s all."

Tasha didn’t respond. She just stood there, arms crossed, staring at the floor.

He turned and walked to the door, his hand resting on the handle for half a second longer than necessary.

’mission accomplished’

He stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door shut behind him.

Then he waited, listening for the metallic click of the lock sliding into place.

When he finally heard it, he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and started walking.

The street was quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows across the cracked pavement.

Liam pulled Tasha’s car key from his pocket and pressed the unlock button.

The Honda Civic’s lights flashed twice in front of his building, and he climbed into the driver’s seat.

Earlier when he got back from work, he’d asked to borrow her car without explaining why.

She’d been suspicious, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line but eventually, she’d tossed him the keys without another word.

He’d known if he told her it was for a dinner date with another woman, she would’ve refused immediately and apparently he was right.

Liam fastened his seatbelt and was about to start the engine when his phone buzzed in the cupholder. He picked it up and squinted at the screen.

Elsa~ Where are you? My parents will be here soon, so hurry!

He typed back quickly.

Liam~ On my way.

The engine turned over with a low rumble, and Liam pulled out onto the street.

His mind kept drifting back to Tasha standing in his apartment, wearing his shirt all alone in his apartment and could be attacked at anytime.

’Focus. One problem at a time.’

The drive took fifteen minutes.

When he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, he spotted Elsa immediately, standing just outside the entrance with her arms crossed and her foot tapping against the pavement.

Liam barely recognized her.

Gone was the faded red polo and worn jeans she usually wore at the store.

The fitted black dress left little to the imagination. It was tight across her large boobs and stretched firm over her round ass, showing off every part of her curves.

With her long legs in high heels and her white hair flowing down her back, the whole look was simple but hit all the right notes. She looked great and she knew it.

She looked good. Really good.

Above her head

[15/100]

’Damn.’

Elsa spotted him and immediately grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the entrance.

"Where have you—"

"My parents are going to be here any second," she hissed, keeping her voice low. "We need to already be seated when they arrive. Come on."

"Why are you rushing?" Liam asked as she practically dragged him through the door.

The restaurant opened up before them, all warm amber lighting and understated elegance.

Soft classical music drifted from hidden speakers, weaving between the gentle clink of silverware against fine china and the murmur of hushed conversations.

Waiters in crisp white shirts moved like choreographed dancers between linen-draped tables, carrying trays of wine that caught the light like liquid rubies.

The air smelled faintly of rosemary and butter.

Leather booths lined the walls while smaller tables for two and four dotted the center, each with a small votive candle flickering at its heart.

"Because my dad is judgmental as hell, and he and I haven’t agreed on anything in months." Elsa’s voice came out tight, wound like a spring ready to snap.

She pressed her fingertips to her temples, already feeling the phantom ache of the headache this dinner would inevitably give her. "Showing up early at least makes you look respectful. First impressions matter, Liam."

She hated how she sounded just like her father, frankly, all clipped practicality and social calculations. But desperation had a way of making you into someone you didn’t recognize.

"Just please... work with me here." The words came out softer now, almost vulnerable. She wasn’t above begging if that’s what it took.

Liam nodded, letting her lead him to a table near the back.

They sat down just as the hostess handed them menus, and Elsa immediately leaned forward, her eyes scanning the entrance.

"Okay," she whispered. "When they get here, just smile, be polite, and for the love of God, don’t say anything stupid."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"I’m serious." She glanced at him, her brown eyes sharp. "He’s going to judge you. Hard. Just... play along."

Before Liam could respond, the door opened, and two figures stepped inside.

Elsa shot to her feet immediately. "Dad!"

Her father was tall easily around six-foot-two with broad shoulders and graying hair slicked back neatly.

He wore a dark gray suit that looked expensive, and his face was set in a hard, neutral expression.

He didn’t smile when Elsa hugged him, just gave her a brief pat on the back before his eyes shifted to Liam.

Liam stood and extended his hand. "Good evening, sir. I’m happy to finally meet you"

Elsa’s father looked at him for a long moment, his gaze sweeping over Liam from head to toe.

Then, without a word, he reached out and shook Liam’s hand with a firm, brief and controlled handshake just before turning to his daughter.

Elsa moved to her mother next, wrapping her arms around the older woman.

Her mother looked impossibly young, like she was in her late twenties or early thirties at most, with the same white hair as Elsa styled in loose waves that cascaded past her shoulders.

She wore a cream-colored blouse and black slacks that hugged her figure, and when she pulled back from the hug, her smile was warm and genuine.

Above her head

[70/100]

’Damn, she’s hot,’ Liam thought, catching himself before his expression gave anything away. ’She looks more like Elsa’s sister than her mom.’

"We’ve missed you so much, sweetheart," her mother said softly, cupping Elsa’s face with both hands. "So, so much."

"I know, Mom. I’m sorry I haven’t—"

"It’s okay." Her mother smiled, and this time it reached her eyes.

Then she turned to look at Liam.

Her smile remained warm and welcoming.

Liam stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Good evening, ma’am. I’m—"

"Oh, please, call me Diana," she said brightly, extending her hand toward him. "It’s so nice to finally meet you. Elsa’s told us so much about you."

Liam shook her hand, relieved by the genuine warmth in her grip. "It’s great to meet you too, ma’am—Diana."

But then Liam caught sight of Elsa’s father again.

The older man’s eyes were sharp and cold as they traveled over him slowly, starting from his face and moving down to his shoes.

His lips pressed into a thin line, and without a word, he turned back to Elsa and walked toward the table.

Liam stood there, the sting of being completely dismissed settling heavy in his chest.

’Well, shit.’

Elsa glanced at him, her expression somewhere between apologetic and resigned, and gestured for him to sit down.

The table fell into an uncomfortable silence as everyone settled into their seats.

Elsa’s father picked up his menu immediately, his eyes staying on Liam with the kind of focus that suggested he was deliberately avoiding looking at anyone else.

Diana sat comfortably in her chair, her napkin spread across her lap with casual ease, her gaze moving between Elsa and Liam with curious but friendly interest.

Elsa’s father, however, kept shooting glances at Liam.

Not curious. Not friendly.

Just... cold.

Liam shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the way those eyes bore into him like he was something the man wanted to sweep out the door.

’Is he even blinking?’