But I didn’t stop.
I left a trail of kisses across her neck and shoulder, feeling the heat build between us.Imean, we’re already late, right?What difference will another hour make?My thumb brushed lightly against her side, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her breathing.
I needed her now.If we were both going to suffer through the bitter parts of tonight, the least I could do was kick the night off with a bang.
No pun intended.
Especially if I'd have to sit through a dinner with her ex.When I left earlier, I figured her reluctance had something to do with that asshole, and I wanted to walk into that room with my mark on her—wanted to show him and everyone else that she was mine.
“How about we go upstairs and be very late?”
She laughed and pulled out of my grasp.“Cut it out.Nerissa's up there fixing the mess she caused!”
Her voice got elevated as she shouted the words over my shoulder.
“I heard that!”
I chuckled at Nerissa's response and shook my head at the two of them.
“You were meant to!”Savannah sang back before returning her gaze to mine.“And I'd much rather not give her any more material to tease me with.”
Watching her walk away from me was just as good, especially when she stretched to get her coat.Was this how an obsession started?Because if it was, I think it's safe to say I was dangerously obsessed with my fake girlfriend.
Fuck, this was getting deep.
Rolling my shoulders back, I moved toward her and watched her fuss with her long coat.
“You'll be happy to know I didn't ride the bike here.”
She shut her eyes and sighed deeply.“Music to my ears.”
I rolled my eyes and slapped her ass playfully, making her yelp.“Come on.Let's go before I drag you upstairs and forget this dinner.”
Warm lighting filled the ballroom of the Carrion Hotel, with gold bouncing off crystal chandeliers and polished floors.Round tables dressed under white tablecloths were scattered across the room and soft music drifted through the space, layered with low conversation and the clink of glassware.
Did it surprise me to see a white piano in the middle of the room?Not even a little bit.
Savannah’s hand tightened in mine just slightly as a man at the entrance greeted us.
“Good evening,” he said, scanning his tablet.“Name?”
“Savannah Bristow,” she replied smoothly.
He scrolled, nodded.“Table twelve.Front left.Dinner has already been served, so follow me to your seats quickly and we will usher in two plates.”
I let Savannah in first, nodding thanks to him and stepping inside behind her.Heads turned our way as we walked, but I didn't care much about that.My attention was solely on Savannah.I'll have you know it took incredible restraint not to look at her ass in that dress.
We were led to a round table toward the front—close enough to the head table that there was a clean, uninterrupted view of Lori and Chase’s setup, but far enough that it didn’t feel like we were in the spotlight.
Five other guests were seated, including Mama V, clearly enjoying whatever was splayed across their plates.
“Here you are.”The man gestured down to the two empty chairs.“Dinner will arrive momentarily.Enjoy your evening.”
“Thank you.”Savannah smiled at the host.
We greeted the others at the table, but the energy was… neutral.Nothing more than a polite smile, and that was enough to tell me they weren't exactly happy we were there.Then she let go of my hand to move around the table and wrap her arms around her grandmother.
“Hi, Grandma.”
