“At least wait until your staff have gone. You can’t smudge the line between work and play.”
He pulls a face as he clocks the hypocrisy in his words.
I look over his shoulder toward Deacon, raising an eyebrow.
“We’re both muppets, aren’t we?”
“Yup.”
“Marco, I need to get this mess loaded into the truck. It’s late. I wanna be in bed as soon as possible.” I tilt my head, eyes twinkling. “Not with Deacon, you perve. I still can't believe you booked us in the same hotel room.”
I serve him a coy look.
He flips the middle finger.
“You’ll thank me later,” I laugh. “You just need a little nudge.”
He glances down at the tie again.
“Maybe you do too,” he smirks. “You’re already halfway gone. You keep looking at Amos like you want that cock in your mouth.”
I can’t deny it.
“Maybe I do.”
He pushes away from the wall, grinning from ear to ear.
“Then wear the tie, kid.”
“Yeah?”
“Wear it,” he calls over his shoulder. “See what happens.”
“You’re a terrible influence,” I tease.
“Don't even start. Now let me do my job so I still have some energy left to… play.”
Deacon overhears that last part.
I catch him smiling before Porter turns around.
???
Slipping the knot into place, I tighten it beneath my collar.
So seductive and sensual between my fingers.
Straightening my jacket, I toss a mint under my tongue.
Walking back toward the party, I whisper to Roz that she’s in charge for the rest of the night.
“Feeling a little dizzy,” I say.
And it’s not entirely a lie.
For a few agonizing minutes, nothing happens.
Then Amos looks up from his glass.
