“Hey, is the owner busy?” the woman who asked earlier approached me. Fuck, I forgot to ask. “Yeah, give him a minute to wrap up in the office and he’ll join us soon.”
She nodded and walked away with a grin when I handed her the bottle. Once out of sight, I turned to the driver.
“Do me a huge favor and go get Marlon please? Tell him it’s important?”
“Yes Ms. Rodriguez.”
“Thanks.” I lingered longer before I asked. “Do I smell…funny to you?”
“Funny, how?”
Fuck. I didn’t exactly want to answer that so I just waved him off.
“Nevermind. Just get Marlon.”
With a quick nod, he took off.
I stood there for a second, trying to steady myself before stepping back into the room.
Get it together. This is your event.
I rolled my shoulders back and moved through the crowd again, slipping right back into position like nothing happened.
Everything was still running smoothly.
“Rory.”
I turned at the sound of my name. Wyatt stood off to the side where the crowd thinned out a bit. He lifted his hand slightly, curling his fingers in a quiet come here. I hesitated because Ialready knew I wasn’t in the right headspace for whatever he was about to say.
Still… I walked over.
“What’s good?” I asked, keeping my voice light.
He didn’t answer me with words.
Instead he stepped in close, one hand coming up to my face and then just kissed me.
No warning.
His mouth was firm, he expected me to meet him there because we’d been building towards this.
And any other time… I would’ve kissed him back.
But now?—
He groaned against my lips as he hungrily shoved his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved from my face to my thighs, lifting my dress with urgency.
My body didn’t move.
My hands didn’t lift.
My lips didn’t respond.
I just stood there as his hands dive into my underwear.
“Fuck, you soaked like this for me?”
I should stop it. Because there is no way I should let a man fuck me with Marlon still on my other lips.
