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Now? We’re here to listen to Abigail speak to this crowd and then support Torin when he goes to talk to her.
Don’t care. Some of these people have heard that podcast and think you’re here with Torin. Need to stake my claim, Duchess. Right now.
We need to be supportive of Torin.
Torin who?
Lol! Stop.
My woman is standing next to me with no panties on, a wet pussy, and thinking that she’s here to support another man. Get. In. That. Hallway.
You told me to take my panties off!
Yep. And you immediately pulled them off, flashed me that gorgeous pussy as you did it, tucked them in my pocket, and begged me to finger you from floor twenty-seven to the lobby.
…
…
The east hallway?
Yes.
Give me two minutes.
You’ve got one and a half.
* * *
"Hey, Torin, can we talk for a second?" I ask as he, Abigail, Linnea, and I stop outside the bank of elevators at the hotel. We’ve just come back from dinner and I need to have a word with him. Not the prince. Not my boss. But my friend. “Alone?”
He nods. "Of course.”
He’s probably assuming that I have a message—or seventeen—to pass on to him from Cara. Which I do. But this isn’t the time. None of that matters as much as what is happening between him and Abigail.
“I’ll meet you upstairs,” Abigail tells him as the elevator doors swish open.
“I’ll be right up,” Torin says, watching as Abigail and Linnea step into the elevator together.
I know Linnea senses my tension, but I haven’t filled her in on my concerns. I don’t want her to know I’m worried about Torin and Abigail.
Abigail is supposed to be the solution to…everything. To Linnea and me being together.
If Linnea knew I was having second thoughts about them, she might think I’m having second thoughts about us.
I’m not. Not at all. I want her. She’s mine. We’re going to make this work. There is no question in my mind.
But I can’t deny that I’m not one-hundred percent convinced that this is the way to do it. I don’t like how long it’s taken Torin to talk Abigail into this. I don’t like that she needed so much persuading. And I don’t like that they’ve made only a temporary arrangement.
Still, I give my girl a smile as the elevator doors slide shut.
Torin turns to me. “Is there something from Cara?”
“No. Well, yes, but that’s not what I want to talk to you about right now.”
“Are you going to congratulate me?”
I’m not. I slide my hands into my pants pockets and just meet his gaze. "Should I congratulate you?"