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Millie almost chokes on her wine as she snorts with laughter; Kira, meanwhile, looks like she’d be perfectly happy if the earth just opened up and swallowed her whole right now. And Devon, of course, is glaring at me, his face beet-red.
“Keep talking and you might find certain areas ofmybody closed off to you,” he grates out.
I roll my eyes. “We’ve been over this, Montgomery. Your threats are empty. You’re completely addicted to me.” To prove my point, I reach for his hand and turn it over, tracing my finger lightly across the pulse point at his wrist, right near the leather band of the Omega watch he’s chosen for today. On cue, he gives a full body shiver. Taking it a step further, I bring his wrist to my mouth and brush my lips lightly over his skin, prompting him to practically melt into me.
“Okay,” Millie cries, snapping her fingers in front of our faces. “Why don’t we move along before you two start snogging right here and my wife has a conniption. Wes, I actually wanted to discuss something with you—a business proposition.”
My brows shoot up. “A business proposition?”
“Yes, I was wondering whether you’d be interested in collaborating on something with me?”
“I hope that’s not supposed to be a come-on,” I joke, “because I’m spoken for.”
Millie rolls her eyes. “Oh, my poor broken little heart.”
“She wants you to design some plates,” Kira cuts in before Millie and I can get carried away.
“Plates?”
“And mugs, and bowls, and whatever else we can think of,” Millie says eagerly. “Basically, a whole earthenware range.”
“And you want me to design it?” I ask sceptically.
“Just the artwork,” she clarifies. “I’d be doing the actual pieces, obviously.”
“What sort of designs were you thinking?” I ask, intrigued.
She flashes a bright smile. “Something different. Modern and funky and totally unique. Something you wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else.”
My mouth curves into a slow smile and I hold my hand out for her to shake. “I’m in.”
“You’re going to need a cool name for the range,” Kira says, sipping on her drink.
“What about Waho Moda?” Devon suggests.
“Moda?” I ask, brows raised.
Devon nods at Millie. “Millie Olive Davis.”
“My real name is actually Amelia, you know,” she says with a quirk of her lips.
“Yeah, but Aoda doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it?”
“Waho Moda,” I say with a nod. “Yeah, that sounds catchy and random enough to be marketable.”
We chat about the project for a little while longer before Kira drags Millie into the kitchen to check on the dessert she has baking.
“I bet they’re going somewhere to snog,” I muse.
“Huh?”
“Kira and Millie—no one needs an extra hand ‘checking dessert’,” I say, lifting my fingers in air quotes.
“Or maybedessertis a code word for Kira’s—”
Devon covers his hand over my mouth so fast, my drink sloshes all over the place. “Stop talking. Now. I beg you.”
Undaunted, I poke my tongue out to lick over his palm, prompting him to groan and pull his hand away.
“Maybe we should come up with code words?”
“What would be the point? You advertise every detail of our sex lives to everyone within earshot anyway.”
I step closer to him, running my hands up his chest. “Only because I love seeing that pale skin of yours turn bright red. And the way your eyes blaze when you’re mad at me is a massive turn on.”
“You’re never going to stop pushing my buttons, are you?” he asks wryly.
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Would you want me to?”
He considers it for a moment before letting out a sigh. “That would be incredibly boring.”
