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“What?” She laughs, flicking her hand through the air. “He looks about as gorgeous as you do.” Her impressed smile says otherwise.
By the look on Mom’s face, Wily fucking Wilson looks good enough to eat, and it’s grossing me out.
“Okay.” I step in front of her and shake my head. “You better not blush.”
“Oh, stop. I’m a married woman.”
“Exactly.” I give her a pointed look.
She gives me a simpering smile and then tweaks my jacket. “You really do look amazing, babe. She’s gonna love it.”
I shake my head, still not sure.
Mom grabs my chin and forces me to look down at her. Her eyes are bright with conviction once more as she raises her eyebrows and tells me, “I’m really looking forward to meeting her one day.”
I’m sure my expression is kind of desperate and pained, but she just smiles, taps me on the butt, and tells me to get going.
Pulling her into a hug, I squeeze her tight and whisper, “Thanks for being here, Mom.”
“Anytime you need me, I’ll jump on a plane for you, babe. Always know that.” She kisses my cheek. “And you’re welcome in San Fran anytime too.”
Leaning away from her, I give her a dubious smirk, and she just winks at me like she knows how to control Johnson, so I don’t need to worry about a thing.
“Love you, babe.”
“Love you, too, Mom.”
She smiles at me, then points at the door. “Now go get your girl.”
CHAPTER64
NYLAH
We arrived at the dance only ten minutes after it started, and the room has quickly filled with gorgeous dresses and suits. It’s been kind of fun standing on the sidelines and watching interactions. You can spot the horny, the flirty, the loved-up, the shy. I’ve been entertained by one particular couple who can’t seem to coordinate their dance moves, and she keeps getting pissed off. Darian and I have been trying to work out their story.
“Maybe she made him practice the moves beforehand, and he’s going off book,” I suggest.
“Or he talked up how hot he was on the dance floor, and he’s failing to live up to the hype,” Charli pitches in.
She looks adorable tonight, kitted out in a pair of sparkly pants and a boob tube that shows off her lean muscles. Talk about athletic. The thing I love the most about her ensemble, though, is the high-top Converse she’s paired with the outfit. Who needs heels, right?
I grin down at her purple shoes and add one more reason to my list of why I like Charli.
Jolie and Ben are already on the floor, grooving away, and Sawyer’s getting hot and heavy with some blonde who no one seems to know.
“Is that his girlfriend?” I ask Darian.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure they just met tonight.”
Charli snorts. “Darian would be doing exactly the same thing if he wasn’t here with you.”
“I thought he didn’t have any game.” My lips twitch as I get in on the teasing.
“He doesn’t.” Charli laughs. “He’s just one lucky prick.”
“You’re such a little shit.” Darian shoves her shoulder, then looks at me. “I’ve got game, okay? I get lucky way more than Sawyer does.”
I flush, my eyes bulging as I glance up at him. “You know I’m not gonna?—”
By the look on Mom’s face, Wily fucking Wilson looks good enough to eat, and it’s grossing me out.
“Okay.” I step in front of her and shake my head. “You better not blush.”
“Oh, stop. I’m a married woman.”
“Exactly.” I give her a pointed look.
She gives me a simpering smile and then tweaks my jacket. “You really do look amazing, babe. She’s gonna love it.”
I shake my head, still not sure.
Mom grabs my chin and forces me to look down at her. Her eyes are bright with conviction once more as she raises her eyebrows and tells me, “I’m really looking forward to meeting her one day.”
I’m sure my expression is kind of desperate and pained, but she just smiles, taps me on the butt, and tells me to get going.
Pulling her into a hug, I squeeze her tight and whisper, “Thanks for being here, Mom.”
“Anytime you need me, I’ll jump on a plane for you, babe. Always know that.” She kisses my cheek. “And you’re welcome in San Fran anytime too.”
Leaning away from her, I give her a dubious smirk, and she just winks at me like she knows how to control Johnson, so I don’t need to worry about a thing.
“Love you, babe.”
“Love you, too, Mom.”
She smiles at me, then points at the door. “Now go get your girl.”
CHAPTER64
NYLAH
We arrived at the dance only ten minutes after it started, and the room has quickly filled with gorgeous dresses and suits. It’s been kind of fun standing on the sidelines and watching interactions. You can spot the horny, the flirty, the loved-up, the shy. I’ve been entertained by one particular couple who can’t seem to coordinate their dance moves, and she keeps getting pissed off. Darian and I have been trying to work out their story.
“Maybe she made him practice the moves beforehand, and he’s going off book,” I suggest.
“Or he talked up how hot he was on the dance floor, and he’s failing to live up to the hype,” Charli pitches in.
She looks adorable tonight, kitted out in a pair of sparkly pants and a boob tube that shows off her lean muscles. Talk about athletic. The thing I love the most about her ensemble, though, is the high-top Converse she’s paired with the outfit. Who needs heels, right?
I grin down at her purple shoes and add one more reason to my list of why I like Charli.
Jolie and Ben are already on the floor, grooving away, and Sawyer’s getting hot and heavy with some blonde who no one seems to know.
“Is that his girlfriend?” I ask Darian.
“Nah, I’m pretty sure they just met tonight.”
Charli snorts. “Darian would be doing exactly the same thing if he wasn’t here with you.”
“I thought he didn’t have any game.” My lips twitch as I get in on the teasing.
“He doesn’t.” Charli laughs. “He’s just one lucky prick.”
“You’re such a little shit.” Darian shoves her shoulder, then looks at me. “I’ve got game, okay? I get lucky way more than Sawyer does.”
I flush, my eyes bulging as I glance up at him. “You know I’m not gonna?—”
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