“Well, I was planning on detaining you for an hour or two, but now that I see how incredible you look, I’d hate to undo anything,” he says with his grin still intact as I take his arm.
“Thanks. You did have the rest of the day to detain me though,” I say, lightly sulking.
“Do I detect a hint of disappointment, Ms. Branderwood?”
The delight in his tone is too… irresistible.
“Don’t be cute, Mr. Masters.”
He lets a laugh free, and then he leans over to my ear as we descend the staircase to the room full of people.
“At least you got to come earlier,” he crudely releases, his hot breath stinging against my sensitized skin.
I shiver lightly, and then I look back to find his daring grin and excited eyes.
“Yes I did. I also tried to return the favor when my mouth was-”
He interrupts me when he jerks my face to meet his as my body crashes against the wall of the staircase with numerous gasps following.
“Christ,” he murmurs against my lips. “I swear you’re fucking with my head.”
I’m fucking with his head? I’m the one dying for his touch.
“Let’s get this party shit over with, and then I want you to stay with me again tonight. This time, though, it won’t be so innocent," he says, sounding assertive.
Mmm.
I grin, and then we pull back to see all the giggling faces turning away. He adjusts his tie and takes my hand again until we reach the bottom of the stairs. I feel a pang of disappointment when he releases me, and then I feel a tug of jealously as some gorgeous girl comes to drape her arms around him before kissing him directly on the lips.
Well that sucks.
I start to walk off, when I feel his arm around me, pulling me back to his perfect body.
“Emry, hey,” he says nervously. “I didn’t think you were invited to the wedding.”
“I’m not, but there’s no rule about someone who was invited bringing me as their date,” she says while dusting her blond locks from her shoulder, and then her eyes cut to glare at me. “One of your whores?”
“I’m just gonna go find Billy,” I murmur awkwardly when I realize she’s apparently one of his many conquests, but Tag refuses to let me retreat.
“Actually, Ash is Bity’s best friend, and at the moment, she’s my best friend, too. I’m going to head out, call security, and then I’ll be able to enjoy the night,” he grumbles while wrapping his arm around me again and dragging me outside.
“Ex-girlfriend?”
“Never had a girlfriend. She’s just a crazy stalker who wanted me and Wren,” he briskly explains before walking up to a broad man in a black suit. “Emry Monroe is here. Get rid of her before she fucks up Wren’s night.”
“Yes, Sir,” the guy spouts before rushing into the house.
“That bad?” I ask worriedly.
“Nothing to worry about,” he says with some reassurance.
His grip loosens on me as his stride slows, and I turn to watch the girl being forcefully ushered out as she curses the security guards.
“Do you really drive women that crazy?” I playfully retort.
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