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And then I remember the ring he very well may have in his pocket.He wouldn’t ask her here, right?That would just be awkward and tacky and Shay would hate that even if they were in an actual relationship.
If he really wanted her back then he absolutely would try to whisk her away on some romantic vacation, I’d be forced to witness.
My teeth grit at the thought of his hands on her, his lips on her, his tongue inside of her. My dick hardens thinking about me doing all of those things to her and I turn away in an attempt to will it back down.
“Actor or model?” I hear from next to me and when I turn my gaze, I see a short busty brunette with long wavy hair in a turquoise dress with eyes that match it staring up at me. She flutters her eyelashes seductively as she moves her martini pick around her glass in a circle.
“Excuse me, Miss?” I ask, even though I heard every word.
“Are you an actor or a model?” She puts the stick to her mouth and pulls the olive off with her teeth. “And more importantly, your place or mine later?” I raise an eyebrow at her and she giggles. “Don’t be so serious. I’m kidding!” She giggles before touching my arm. “Well, sort of.” I take a step back, out of reach.
“I’m neither. I’m on duty.”
“Oh, you must be someone’s security then.” She runs her eyes up and down my body and sinks her teeth into her lips. My eyes move to Shay hearing her reference my job and I’m surprised to see her eyes on me, an eyebrow raised sexily like I’d been caught doing something. I turn to look at the woman who’s begun talking about what it is she does,something about film editing which is just a stepping stone into acting,and then back to Shay as if to say:you can’t possibly be jealous.
Her eyes dart to the woman next to me and then back to me before she cocks her head to the side.Watch me,I can practically hear her thoughts in response to mineand then she’s moving out of her chair towards us.
I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her curiously because I’m not sure what she’s planning to do given that she can’t exactly let this woman know that the only woman I plan to take home tonight is her.
“Hi, Damian.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling as she approaches us. “Who’s your friend?”
“Oh my, Shay Eastwood! The life of tonight’s party, it seems.” She beams and looks up at me to explain why she’d be over here seemingly ruining her chances with me.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name, Miss?”
“It’s Annabelle.” She nods. “How do you two know each other?”
“Oh, we are very well acquainted.” Shay scrunches her nose and moves closer to me and her scent mixed with her territoriality is making me want to drag her into the nearest room and fuck the jealousy out of her. “The man I trust more than anyone.”
“Oh, so he must be your bodyguard.” She giggles. “Lucky you.”
Shay rolls her eyes. “Yes, and he’s seeing someone who I’m actually quite fond of,” she says matter of factly and I try not to react to her lie or the thought that I’m seeingher.
“Shame.” She pouts. “Well, lovely to meet you,” she says, giving Shay a pleasant smile and then she’s gone without another word.
“I’m seeing someone?” I ask.
“Aren’t you?” She frowns, casting her gaze to the room, smiling at someone, and giving them a small wave. “Or was your mouth on my pussy in the limo earlier tonight a figment of my imagination?” She turns to look up at me and I can see the lust in her eyes as she lets her eyes sweep down my body quickly.
“Jealous?” I ask.
“No,” she says with a dramatic eye roll before she purses her lips. “Maybe.”
“You’re here with another man, you know,” I remind her.
“But he’s not going to touch me tonight.”
“And you thought I’d touch her? My mouth on your pussy wasnota figment of your imagination.” It’s been playing through my mind on a loop since my lips touched the delicate satin.
She shrugs. “Maybe you thought you could have both. Me and then her later.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m not Paxton.”
Her eyes flash to mine angrily. “Not fair.”
“Neither is assuming I’m going to fuck anyone other than you tonight,” I snap, and widen my stance, crossing my arms over my chest.
I know my words affect her but she doesn’t respond to them. She licks her lips and turns her gaze towards the table behind us. “Did you eat anything?”