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Brock followed, closing the door behind him. As they greeted Sloane with whistles and hugs, I spent another minute screwing the magnetic contact back into place.
“Oh my God,” Sloane swore. “You guys look…”
“Amazing?” joked Brock. He held out his arms and turned in a slow circle.
“Yes!”
“Some of us clean up better than others,” said Kade, straightening the lapels of his tux. “I’ll still never understand these things. We all look like penguins. We all look exactly the same.”
“We’resupposedto look the same,” I told him.
“Oh yeah? Why?”
For a long moment none of us said anything.
“Well shit,” I laughed. “I don’t know.”
“Exactly,” Kade said, jabbing a finger into my chest. “It’s stupid. Which is why I never, ever wear stuff like this.” He glanced over at Sloane and winked. “Except for you.”
I watched as my friends swept her into their arms and planted proper kisses on my girlfriend. Or rather,ourgirlfriend. God, the statement sounded strange in my head. But also, still so strangely fucking hot.
“So how are we doing?” Brock asked. “Are we winning?”
“You don’t ‘win’ an exhibition,” Sloane giggled.
“Yes, but you can sell your pieces, right?”
She nodded hopefully, and in that moment I knew for sure I loved her. She looked so innocent and happy, while simultaneously looking sexy and stunning. I wanted her more than ever, even in the semi-darkness of the dimly lit back area. Speaking of which—
“Let’s sneak back into the show,” I said. “Before all the hors d’oeuvres are gone.”
“Wait, there’s food?” Kade asked, rubbing his hands together.
“I don’t know if I’d call it food,” I smirked, thinking of the tiny puffed pastries I’d been wolfing down all night. “There was champagne too, but I think you missed that part already.”
Brock looked at Kade and frowned. There was still plenty of champagne of course, but I enjoyed messing with them.
“Well then lead the way,” he grumbled. “Before we miss anything else.”
Forty-Four
SLOANE
The show wasn’t anywhere near as good as I thought it would be. And that’s because it wasbetter.
My pieces received lavish attention, and I was showered with praise. I tried keeping my distance as people stood around and spoke about them, because it seemed like bad etiquette to be hovering nearby. That said, it didn’t stop me from sending one or more of my three sizzling hot dates to ‘overhear’ things for me, and what they came back to report was astonishingly good.
“They said you were the best artisan they’d ever seen,” Brock reported, his voice going low enough to be a whisper. “Your angel sculpture made them cry. They stopped mid-show to go out for more Kleenex. Then they--
I elbowed him so hard he nearly spilled his champagne. “No!” I cried. “Really!”
“Well notreally,” he laughed. “But trust me when I say they love you. They love your work.”
I passed in and out of the rooms with Valerio on my arm, pretending to look at the work of the other artists. I wasn’t, of course. It was all I could do to keep from bursting. Half the time I was watching the reactions of the exhibition’s attendees, the other half I was fending off grabs and kisses from my other two lovers. Whenever no one was looking, they were constantly on me. I couldn’t be mad though, because their faces were beaming with pride.
“Be careful,” I swore, after Kade stole a kiss on my bare shoulder from behind. The feel of his hot breath on my neck sent tingles down my body that made me momentarily dizzy. “If the curator sees you, I—”
“What?” Kade challenged. “What will he do?”
