“How dare you!” she seethed. She was so fucking gorgeous all fired up like that. I surreptitiously stepped to the left in order to hide my hard-on behind the front desk.
“And you are?” I asked patiently.
“Aurora Dawson,” she grumbled. “I run The Chapel of Dreams at the Lennox, and you can’t just move in around the corner from a place where I make dreams come true and then try to ruin all my hard work!”
I cocked a brow and studied her but stayed silent, waiting to see if she was finished with her rant. Apparently, it was the wrong reaction because Aurora suddenly swung around to face the couple who immediately cowered in the corner. “And you! You should be ashamed of yourselves!”
It was definitely time to step in. I discreetly adjusted myself, then closed the distance between us and gently took hold of her arm. “Maybe we should discuss this in my office.” The skin under my fingertips was silky and warm, and when I felt her break out in goose bumps from my touch, I couldn’t help smiling. She might be pissed, but she certainly wasn’t immune to me.
Pivoting back, Aurora glared at me, and I quickly hid my smile under a frown. “I don’t need to discuss anything with you, Mr—” She looked around, clearly searching for my name.
“Scott,” I informed her. “Will Scott.”
“Well, Mr. Scott, I suggest you find somewhere else to rip people apart and stay away from my couples.” Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped forward, clearly trying to be intimidating. Considering she was at least five feet eleven, I imagined she succeeded with most people. However, I wasn’t most people, and I found it adorable. Plus, she didn’t belong to any of them. But she was going to belong to me.
Aurora waggled a finger in my face, and I fought the instinct to slip my tongue out and taste it. “I can make life very difficult for you, Mr. Scott”—why did I find it so fucking hot when she called me that?—“I know people. Dangerous people.”
I bit my lip and tried to look as though I was duly intimidated by her not-so-veiled threat. “I’ll keep that in mind.” My tone was as neutral as I could muster, but I obviously didn’t do as good a job as I thought because she narrowed her beautiful blue eyes and studied me suspiciously. “Can we speak in my office?” I requested again, giving her my most charming smile. I hadn’t released her arm, so I let my hand slide down to take hold of hers. I did a mental fist pump when she failed to suppress a little shiver.
However, before I could lead her to a more private space, she stepped back and tugged her hand away. I frowned and closed the distance between us. I wasn’t going to let her go so easily. But she glared at me with a renewed anger that seemed to be about more than her complaint over my job and location. So, I hesitated, not making a grab for her quite yet.
“Have dinner with me.” Shit. It had just popped out.
Aurora’s glare darkened into a scowl that would send a lesser man running in the opposite direction. “Not in a million years,” she seethed. Then she spun around and stormed out. Unfortunately, I was too distracted by her spectacular ass to keep her from leaving.
As tempted as I was to go after her, I had clients waiting, but at least I knew where to find her. When I faced the couple, I clocked the “groom’s” gaze glued to Aurora’s ass as she passed by the glass front of my office and disappeared around the corner.
My hands clenched into fists, and a growl escaped my lips. The fucker’s eyes swung back to me and widened in fear when he saw my expression. I wanted to put him in the ground, but years of martial arts training had given me the ability to control myself. I inhaled deeply, and on my exhale, I relaxed my hands and plastered a fake smile on my face.
“Please fill out those forms, then Chad will bring you back and we can get the paperwork signed and witnessed. Then we’ll file them with the courts, and you’ll receive a copy of the final decree in the mail.”
The couple nodded and bent their heads over their clipboards. I stalked back to my office and dropped heavily into my chair. Wiggling my mouse, I woke up my computer and found my way to the website for The Chapel of Dreams. Aurora managed the chapel and coordinated weddings. There was a photo of her and two other women listed as her sisters. I recognized one of them as the wife of rock god, Griffith Thorne, and the other was married to Maddox Holt, who owned a famous local tattoo parlor.