I open the limousine door, then her friend slides in.
“You’ll have to ask Theadora that question.” I watch as her friend, Tina, looks up to Theadora and winks before she slides over. When I hold the door open for Theadora, she stops and leans in to me. “She doesn’t know anything.”
“I know,” I reply with a smile.
Theadora’s eyes flick to my smile, and she shakes her head. “Don’t smile, your face may crack.” Then she ducks her head to get in, but I stop her before she can.
“Lucy asked about you,” I tell her. Theadora’s smile drops, and I wonder if I like that I was the one who made it go away.
Maybe.
“How is she?” Her eyes bore into mine. I look down and cannot see her friend, but I can hear the music that’s pumping in the limousine.
“She is Lucy,” I reply, explaining as much as need be. She will understand that answer more than anyone. She nods and ducks in without me stopping her this time.
I’m sitting next to Theadora while her friend sits on the side seat. Tina pours herself a glass of champagne, and she turns to face Theadora and me.
“How do you expect to explain him to them,” Tina asks, raising her eyebrow at us.
“Easy. I’m her boyfriend. Isn’t that what you called me?” I tell her, not even bothering to look at Theadora for an explanation, who I know by now is more than likely scowling.
“Oh, yes, Atlas likes to tell everyone that we are together. It’s his new thing.”
I grin at her words and touch her bare leg which is crossed over the other one. I can feel her tense under my hand, and Tina ‘ooohs’ loudly.
“We would make the perfect couple, would we not?” I ask Theadora.
Theadora’s scowl doesn’t leave her face as she looks down at my hand on her leg, and then back again.
“So why are you here again? I know it’s to do with Lucy, but no one gets that involved with someone’s sister. Let me guess…”
We all go quiet. My hand stays on Theodora’s leg, waiting for Tina to speak.
“Lucy owes you money, and you are hoping she shows up at Theodora’s?” Tina guesses half right, apart from the fact I already have Lucy. But yes, she owes me money.
“Yep, but I keep telling him he will be waiting a long, long, time,” Theadora jumps in with her eyebrows raised.
“Happy to wait,” I tell her, giving her leg a squeeze.
Theadora looks at my hand and then back to me. Her eyes are saying something I can’t quite comprehend, and maybe I don’t want to either.
“So much sexual tension in this car. Maybe I should get out and give you two some alone time.” Tina winks.
As we get closer to the event, the car slows, and we get in line with the other waiting vehicles and crawl along.
“Oh, no, do not get out and leave me with Mr. Hyde. He and I are nothing.” Theadora turns to me. “Right?” she asks for clarification.
“Right,” I reply, moving closer so my breath tickles her neck.
She freezes at my closeness, so I lean down, not able to help myself. I was only going to tease, but now that I can smell her, my lips have a mind of their own and touch her neck, her very bare neck, thanks to the boob-tube dress she’s wearing.
She tastes like vanilla, and when I move my lips to taste her just a little bit more, my tongue darts out again and her breathing becomes rapid.
“Okay, I’m out. This is…”
I hear the click of a door, but neither of us moves.
Theadora’s frozen to the seat. So I take the opportunity to move around with my lips, and once I get to her chin, I place small kisses everywhere, then move up until I’m near her lips. Those soft, red lips that taste fucking amazing, and all I want is to smash mine on Theadora’s and hold her under me as I devour her.
But Theadora despises me, and rightfully so.
I dislike her as much as I want her.
Hands touch me, and at first, they push just a little before they grip. She opens her mouth, and soon, somehow, she’s in my lap. My hands wrap around her waist as she pushes down on me. My cock strains against my jeans as her short dress rides up. I drop my hands a little lower until I feel skin and the top her gorgeous ass. She’s got nothing on but a small piece of material, and, if I wanted to right now, I could tear that piece of fabric clean away to make her bare.
Hands push me back as she sits on my lap. The car starts to pull up out the front again—we must have done a lap, and the whole time, all I did was kiss her.