He laughed and stepped into the apartment, waving at Amy, who’d gone back to working on her laptop.
“How’re you doing, pumpkin?”
She made a face. “Annoyed that you’re stealing my roomie.”
“I’m not sorry.” He grinned then he turned to me. “You ready?”
I nodded.
“You kids have fun,” Amy called out.
I laughed. “We will.”
The party was taking place in the ballroom of a hotel close to Jason’s office. I’d never been to his office, although I knew where he worked. I imagined we would remedy that soon with a private meeting on his desk, and the thought made me smile.
“What are you thinking?” Jason took my fingers in his, and I turned to smile at him. Inside the car, illuminated by the lights from outside, he looked even more perfect.
“How sexy you are.” I gave him a teasing smile.
“I like that train of thought.” His lips quirked, and he gave me a sidelong glance. “How sexy am I?”
I gave him a coquettish look. “I’ll show you later.”
He grinned. “Now I think we should just go to my place.”
“Can we?” I didn’t mind missing a party if it meant sating myself with his delicious body.
“No.” He sighed regretfully then stroked my thigh. “But I’ve been told anticipation is the best part.”
“No.” I gave him a teasing grin. “Fucking you is the best part.”
We arrived at the hotel. Jason held me as uniformed ushers led us to the ballroom, his hand splayed on my lower back, his fingers idly stroking my skin, making it clear that he was still thinking about what I said about fucking him.
Not that my thoughts were far from that. I loved parties, but the conversation, drinking, and laughter were no match for being in bed with Jason.
“Look who’s here,” I heard someone exclaim. “The wild beast himself.”
“You have to stop calling me that,” Jason warned, but he was laughing as he went to embrace the man who’d addressed him.
“Hi,” the man said to me, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners. He had slightly overlong sandy-blond hair and a three-day beard. “I’m Carter Hearst, and I roomed with Jason in college. Now, my question for you is, what’s a lovely woman like you doing with a fucker like him?”
I only paused for a beat. “Everything,” I said, grinning as his eyes widened. “It’s nice to meet you, Carter.”
“Nice to meet you too, Daphne. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. You’ve got this one smitten.” He chuckled. “Not that he doesn’t deserve it.” He introduced the woman who had come to stand beside him. “This is Amber, my assistant.”
“Hi,” she said politely. She was a stunning woman about my age, but she looked like she would rather be anywhere than standing in as her boss’s date at a work-related party.
“Hi, Amber.” I gave her an understanding smile.
“Still can’t find a date, I see,” Jason teased, but before Carter could respond, another man joined us. It was Rico from the club, Wild Things. He had a woman with him, a tall, slender, black-haired model of perfection who could only have been an actual model.
“Hey guys.” He grinned, almost bobbing on his feet with excitement. “This is Silver Arren.”
Silver smiled uninterestedly as her eyes swept over us, only stopping when she got to Jason. She started to smile at him but caught herself and turned to Rico.
“You said we’d only be here for a few minutes,” she said in a stage whisper, pouting.
“I know, darling. We’re leaving soon. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and touch up?”