“Eep!” I bite my thumb from where I’m licking grease from my fingers.
“Here to admit that you were wrong?” I throw his words back at him. “That you are an adult toddler and don’t like the snacks here?”
McCarthy makes a face.
“No one in their right mind wants shrimp that have been sitting out for God knows how long.” He picks up Truman and rummages around in my bag, plastic rustling. “Also, Isaw someone’s cat walking all over the charcuterie station.” He’s holding a piece of jerky in his teeth, and he jostles me.
“Oh, hell yeah, peanut butter snack cups.” He rips one open and swipes out the jerky for it.
“Gross.”
“You’re eating chocolate and potato chips. This, at least, is healthy protein.”
He feeds Truman a bite. The dog makes smacking noises around the peanut butter.
It feels almost like we’re a couple, like we’re simply meant to be.
“You can’t be over here,” I finally force out.
“I already wrote them a check.” He drains the last of my champagne and leans in to quickly nip my ear. “Say, we can leave now?”
“No. Go make small talk, and try to be human. Where is Sable?”
McCarthy shrugs. “Left.”
“Why did she leave?”
“Maybe she had another client. I told her I wasn’t putting out and you weren’t actually paying her for her time, sooo.”
“For God’s sake, McCarthy, she’s not a prostitute. No wonder she left if that’s what you said. You know,” I shoot at him, “you probably could have gotten lucky with her. She was practically humping you in the middle of the ballroom, and I don’t think she’s wearing a bra under that dress.”
“Oh, she’s definitely not.” He smirks.
“Asshole.”
His eyes light up with dark glee. “Someone is jealous.”
“No.”
“Yes, you are.” He purrs the accusation. “You’re mad that she was all over me.” His hands circle my waist. “She tried to touch my junk.”
I throw up my hands.
He sticks two fingers down the neck of my dress, pulling me to him so he can kiss me. “Don’t worry,” he breathes, “Her tits were definitely fake. I’d come all over yours any day of the week.”
“You know what?” I say before he can suggest something crazy like sex in the bathroom and I do something self-destructive like agreeing to it. “I think weshouldgo. Sounds like we’re done here.”
I slap his hand when he grabs my ass.
“I win.”
He’s all over me in the limo.
“You gonna let me give it to you up the—”
I grab his chin. “No.” I wag a finger at him.
“That’s fine. I don’t mind coming in your pussy.”
