The song ended, and they moved off the dance floor, past the fountain. Lucy gave it a glance and tugged on his hand.
“No,” he replied, laughing. “One photo of us in there and it will be all over the internet.”
Damn smartphones.
All it would take was someone to share it on their social media and the mass media would pick it up and run it as a story.
“It may recover your reputation.” Lucy winked. “I’m just saying. You have been out of the game a little while.”
It was true. He hadn’t taken a woman to bed for months before Olivia. He’d been obsessed with her. Look where that had landed him.
Fletcher’s eyes blinked as he caught Daniel and Harper saying their goodbyes across the room. Daniel shot him a wave.
Fletcher waved back.
“My reputation is just fine.” He leaned closer to Lucy and winked.
Was there some Facebook group they all talked in? Like, who’s shagged Fletcher this week?
Ugh. This was why it was important he kept drinking. Life made much more sense when he didn’t care.
“Let’s try the berry flavor next, shall we?” he proposed.
Lucy leaned in, so their faces were nearly nose to nose. “Oh, no, darling. I think you’re ready for the Peach Blush.”
His hand landed on her hip to steady her. Then, before he realized what she was doing, Lucy planted her lips on his.
He froze.
To her credit, she didn’t give up. Her body melted into his and as an automatic reaction, his arms went around her.
His lips opened, and she slipped inside.
They were kissing.
Suddenly, he felt really fucking sober. He pulled back, not abruptly, to avoid a scene. This was her event, after all.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” Lucy said, her eyes shimmering with lust.
So had he.
Pre-Olivia.
“Yes,” he replied.
Yes?
What the hell was wrong with him?
A hand ran down his pants and she gripped his cock through the fabric. Then her lips parted.
“Oh. I wouldn’t have picked you for a man to let a little booze slow you down.” She tilted her head and gave him a superior smirk.
Fletcher adjusted his pants when her hand moved away. He was only semi-hard.
He knew why.
“I’m not usually. Don’t take it personally.”