Page 59 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

He leaned closer, his tone softening. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“We are talking,” I said.

“Maybe we could go upstairs and talk more,” he said. His tone was full of suggestion. I didn’t know why, but I was actually considering the idea. That kiss in his car had been haunting me. I wanted more.

Eliza burst into the hallway, her cheeks flushed and her steps a little unsteady. The wine was clearly working its magic.

“There you are!” she exclaimed, grabbing my arm. “We’re starting the game now. Come on you guys!”

Kaisen and I quickly stepped apart, the moment shattered. I shot him an apologetic look as Eliza dragged me back to the living room with her friends. The group settled on couches and chairs. Kaisen and I ended up on opposite sides of the room, him leaning against the fireplace and me perched on the edge of an armchair.

The snack trays were spread across the coffee table and I elbowed my way toward the mozzarella sticks. If I couldn’t have Kaisen, I could have ooey gooey battered cheese. It was a thin silver lining but I would take what I could get.

“This is a game of question and answer,” Eliza said. She went on to explain the rules, her voice bubbly with excitement that was clearly amplified by the booze. “Since we all know each other so well, this should be easy.”

I bit back a sigh. I didn’t know most of these people nearly as well as they knew each other. I hadn’t gone to college with them or lived in the city, and I felt like an outsider in my own sister’s circle. I smiled and stuffed my mouth, determined to make the best of it.

Cullen arrived with a bowl filled with scraps of paper, each one bearing a name. The guys had to draw a name to determine their partner for the game. I watched as Kaisen smirked at Cullen, murmuring something about how he hated things like this and was only doing it for Cullen’s sake. But when Cullen handed him a scrap of paper, Kaisen unfolded it and his eyes immediately found mine across the room.

My mouth went dry at the smile he shot me. I gulped my cheese stick down with some difficulty and held his gaze, hoping I didn’t have any crumbs on my face. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes was enough to make my stomach flip. I didn’t need to see the name on the paper to know who he’d drawn.

“Looks like we’re partners,” he said, his voice carrying across the room.