Eric ran his hands down my arms.
She squealed down the line. “I finish work in an hour. Let’s do something.”
“What kind of something?” I asked as Eric kissed my temple.
“Drinks. Drinks at the Electric Carousel in Piccadilly Circus,” Sienna suggested. “The vibe there is fantastic. Make sure you bring your men.”
“Sounds like a plan. So, how are you? You have to tell me everything!”
“Tonight, girl, I promise. I have to go now because if I don’t get my work done, there’ll be hell to pay.”
I grumbled.
Did she click her fingers over the phone at me?“Settle, petal. Impatience isnota virtue. I’ll see you at the Electric Carousel.”
“We’ll see you there.” I barely finished my sentence before Sienna hung up and pulled the phone away from my ear.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” Eric asked as his fingers slipped beneath my bra and caressed one of my breasts.
“Absolutely.” I tossed the phone down onto the bedside table and arched into Eric’s touch. “We have an hour before we’re meeting up with her.”
“Perfect. We can play then shower,” Eric said, his words breathy in my ear. He slid my panties down my legs and laid me down again. “Now, where were we?” He tugged my nipple into his mouth.
“We were keeping each other awake,” I responded.
“Oh, that’s right. This should do the trick.” Eric eased himself into me.
With a cry, I dug my fingernails into his fine ass. “Yes!”
“Welcome to London, sweetheart.”
ChapterThree
Louisa
The bar Sienna suggested was mostly dark, save for circles of light that lit up each section of seating. A punk rock band was playing on the stage, their broad English accents noticeable within their singing voices. A crowd was gathered around the stage, moving to the music and cheering the talented group of men as they waved their drinks in the air.
Tate shouldn’t have been in a place like this. Being around people who were drinking must’ve made it difficult to keep his demons at bay.
Tate noticed me observing him. “I’m okay, baby.” He pulled me close and kissed my brow.
Jack glanced around. “Interesting place. There’s a live band and everything. I like it.”
“Do they have booths?” Royce wondered.
Harris tapped Byron’s shoulder. “Let’s get some food and drinks. I’m famished.”
“Can any of you see her?” I pushed myself up on my tiptoes. One thing these pain-in-the-neck heels were good for was adding a few inches to my tiny stature, but they still weren’t enough for me to see over the crowd.
“She’s brunette, right?” Jack asked.
“Yep.”
He scanned the room.
“There are a few brunettes in here.”
“Thanks, anyway,” I said with a giggle.