Oh fuck.
I’d only heard it a few times, but I’d know it anywhere because of who it belonged to.
Leandro.
Whirling around, I stared into his face. But it wasn’t exactly the man I remembered. The hair was longer–as long as Rafe’s, and there was the jet-black beard that scratched against my neck.
But itwasLeo.
With a cocky smirk, he tilted his head at me. “I know your panties are soaked, Lady in Red, so don’t try saying you don’t want me as much as I want you.”
Oh fuckohfuckohfuckohfuck
My future brother-in-law had almost made me come.
His hand had been on my breast.
His hard cock had pounded against my ass cheeks.
His teeth had left their mark on my neck.
A horrified cry escaped my lips as I whipped off my mask. As soon as he locked eyes with me, the smirk instantly evaporated from his lips.
“Oh fuck,” Leo murmured, as his tan face paled.
I don’t know how long we just stood there staring at each other. Both of us tortured by what had just happened. Then Leo grabbed my hand and started dragging me off the dance floor. Since I was too shocked to argue, I allowed him to. Once we got inside an office, he slammed the door closed.
And locked it.
This time when he stared at me, I felt raw and exposed. I wrapped my arms around myself as best I could to cover up. After an agonizingly awkward silence, I half-whispered, “Say something.”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Drea?”
While I might’ve expected the question, I sure as hell didn’t expect the condescending way he said it. Motioning to my outfit, I snapped, “Isn’t it obvious?”
Leo rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Let me guess. You want to know what I’m doing in New York.”
“Yeah, that.”
“Not that it’s really any of your business, but I’m here for my fitting.”
He slanted his dark brows at me. “Your what?”
“Mywedding dressfitting.”
Leo grimaced as he dragged a hand through his hair. “And then what? You decided to check up on your fiancé while in town?”
“Not exactly.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t tell me you just happened to wander in here.”
“Of course not. It was all my cousin, Bianca’s, idea.”
“How convenient.”
“Look, I wanted to go clubbing, but I sure as hell didn’t want to come here.”
