He cocks a brow, confused.
“You said you’d spank her if she bit my shoes,” I clarify.
He breaks into laughter. “I did… I was kidding. No… I do not spank my cats.”
An impish smile plays on my lips. “You’re not the spanking type?”
He laughs even harder. “Uh… I’ve been known to spank a bottom or two,” he confesses. “They just didn’t belong to felines.”
I nod, a huge grin on my face. “Good to know.”
We both glance around the room. Five sets of eyes are staring at us, including Cassie’s.
Crap. Everyone hates me again.
“Well, you should go mingle with the other ladies now,” I suggest awkwardly. I might as well be pushing him away with a pitchfork.
He shoots me a playful smile. “Okay… if you insist. But I’m not done with you.”
I’m not done with you.
Damn.
Just as he turns to head back toward the kitchen, Cassie introduces herself, all smiles and perky breasts. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mr. Rossi,” she says and I don’t know if it’s my imagination but her voice is a lot silkier than it usually is. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she goes on.
“Good things, I hope,” he says.
“Good things…” she says playfully, “and naughty things too.”
Oh, for the love of God… here we go.
He laughs. “Well, don’t believe everything you hear,” he says. “And please call me Colton. Mr. Rossi is my father.”
“Sure, Colton,” she says sweetly. “I’d be happy to.”
And she’d be happy to suck his toes if he asked too, I bet. I shake my head, reminding myself that Cassie has always been this way. There’s nothing new here. But for some reason, I don’t like it tonight. I’m such a big green jealous monster, and I need to smarten up. This is my best friend after all. And sure, she’s a bit of a flirt, but she’s the best.
Colton does the rounds, chatting up his lady friends. He doesn’t come back around to me. The room fills quickly. Everyone is here now. I study their dresses and shoes, and actually eat an appetizer or two. I’m slowly starting to relax and enjoy myself. It’s much easier with Cassie by my side, keeping the conversation alive.
Colton plays us a few songs on the piano. He doesn’t sing, just plays but he’s very talented. He takes requests… including Coldplay’sFix Youand other popular songs. The ladies all swoon, including Cassie and I. We are all smitten.
I study his long skillful fingers as he plays, his glass of red sitting on top of the grand piano, his beautiful face as he closes his eyes, truly getting lost in the music. I wonder what he thinks about when he plays. I wonder what he feels. I wonder how long he’s been playing. I picture a tiny boy-version of him learning to play. I bet he was absolutely adorable.
“Fuck, he’s hot,” Cassie whispers. “I’d do anything he wants.”
I smile. “I think I would too.”
“Really?” she teases. “Anal?”
I shake my head. “Uh… Cassie! Why’d you have to go there?”
She laughs. “Because I’m me.”
“Yes… I know. And I love you anyway.”
