Page 146 of The Arrogant One

But, shit, we’d hit a goal with Toro, and that meant everything to me too.

I ran my hand over the top of my wet hair. “Michelin-rated,” I echoed, the news really sinking in. “Now, that’s so fucking badass.”

“It sure is,” Sadie replied.

“I assume the team is going to put out a press release and get all the food outlets chirping about us?” I asked. “And somehow tie in Horned so it gets a boost too—not that it needs one, but it can’t hurt.”

“Already on it,” Eden confirmed.

“I’m hosting a team dinner at Toro in a few nights,” Beck said. “That’ll give us even more press, and I’ll make sure all the guys post about it.”

“Good.” I rubbed the side of Sadie’s face. “We’ll celebrate when we get back.”

“Have an excellent rest of your trip,” Colson said.

We said goodbye, and I hung up, setting the phone behind me on a chair so it wouldn’t get wet when I slid into the pool.

Sadie immediately surrounded me—her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. “So, I’m going to do something, and I don’t want to hear anychirpingfrom you.”

“Oh, yeah? And what is that?”

She smiled. “We made an agreement, and I’m going to break it.”

My eyes narrowed as I gazed at her. “What type of trouble are you about to get yourself into?”

“No trouble at all.” She gave me a quick kiss. “But Dear Foodie’s favorite restaurant was just awarded three Michelin stars, and her audienceneedsto know that.”

“No more posts—we agreed.”

She climbed up, like my body was the trunk of a tree. “Let me celebrate you. Let me brag about you.” She paused. “Let me do this—not for you, but for me.” She laughed when I still hadn’t said anything. “You know, as my boyfriend, I think you’re obligated to nod and smile and let Dear Foodie do whatever she wants.”

Boyfriend now.

Fiancé later tonight.

At least this would appease my raging beast of a brother who still bitched that Dear Foodie had stopped posting about us after her review of Toro.

“All right.” I held her harder, tickling her waist, listening to her squeals. When she quieted, I added, “But you only get this one pass, and you’re using it on this—don’t forget that. Because the next time you try to break our deal, you’re going to get punished.”

She pulled at my lip, nipping it between her teeth. “Ifyou’re talking about the kind of punishment I think you are, then I’m going to post about The Weston Group every day.”

I moved my face into her neck, my hand slipping around her until it was gripping her ass. And while a breeze sent me a faint hint of her fruity jasmine scent, I growled, “You’re so fucking naughty …”