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I frown and turn my eyes to Chris. What the fuck is this idiot rambling on about? Drew’s right. Total prick. I shake my head and find her again, studying her red-covered body closely. I admit, it’s a lovely dress, but it’s on the short side. I look around at all the men here, watching for straying eyes. I soon force myself to stop when I spot more than one perv eyeing up my girl.
I frown.My?
“It was honestly surreal,” Chris harps on, and I nod, hardly hearing him. All I’m hearing is an unconvincing, lust-filled voice telling me she’s not interested. I should never have left her place last night, not until she relented and admitted she’s consumed by thoughts of me too. I’m standing in my new home, surrounded by strangers, resisting the urge to set off the fire alarm to clear the place so I can have her alone.
I smile to myself when I see Ava’s redhead friend look my way, her eyes widening when she clocks me. She’s smiling thoughtfully. She remembers me, and Ava turns and clocks me too. Her eyes do more than widen—they nearly fall out of her head. I don’t have a chance to flash her my smile. She swings back around, clearly shocked by my presence. But her friend’s grin? It speaks volumes.
Ignoring the arsehole next to me, I make my way over to Ava, lip-reading her friend’s words. She’s telling her I’m coming.Oh yes, lady. I’m coming.
Ava refuses to acknowledge me, and her friend is clearly amused. Not horrified or shocked but amused. I’m not out of this fight just yet.
“Nice to see you again, Kate,” I say smoothly. “Ava?”
She doesn’t acknowledge me, and Kate’s eyes are shooting between us in delight. “Jesse.” She nods, pursing her lips. “Excuse me. I need to powder my nose.” Placing her glass on the counter, Kate leaves us alone, and I smile smugly on the inside. Because if Ava’s friend believed she wasn’t interested, she sure as hell wouldn’t leave her alone with me. I am fucking delirious, and that boost to my confidence I was feeling? It just rocketed into outer space.
After a few seconds of waiting patiently for her to acknowledge me, I accept she isn’t going to budge. Because she’s a stubborn sod. So I slowly circle her until I’m looking at her exquisite face. I have to force myself not to reach out and touch her. “You look stunning,” I say quietly, running my eyes over every perfect inch of her features. I’ve tasted those lips. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get to again.
“You said I wouldn’t have to see you again.”
“I didn’t know you would be here,” I lie, nibbling my lip. I wouldn’t blame her if she took out a restraining order on me. I’m tempted to have one slapped on myself.
Ava looks at me like I’m stupid. She might be right. “You sent me flowers.”
I fight to keep the cheeky—guilty—smile from my face. “Oh, so I did.”
“Please, excuse me.” She goes to pass me, and I panic, quickly moving to stop her.
“I was hoping for a tour,” I blurt, laughing privately at my own audacity. I know this place inside out.
“I’ll get Victoria. She’ll be happy to show you around.”
“I would prefer you.”
“You don’t get a fuck with a tour,” she retorts harshly, making me recoil. She’s standing in front of me, looking like she’s literally fallen from the heavens, and she’s using vulgar language like that?
“Will you watch your mouth?”
I expect her to tell me where to go, but she doesn’t. “Sorry,” she mutters instead. “And put my seat back when you drive my car.”
Now, I really can’t help my smile, and I’m filled with immense satisfaction when she starts shifting uncomfortably.
“And leave my music alone.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I bet she loved my joke. I watch her awkwardly shifting from heel to heel, her eyes working hard not to look at me. A hunch is telling me it’s because if she looks at me, she’ll fold.Look at me.“Are you okay? You look a little shaky.” I lift my arm, desperate to feel that smooth skin again. “Is something affecting you?”
She pulls back, and my fortitude takes a kick in the nuts. “Not at all,” she murmurs, looking away. She’s lying. I can see her hand twitching by her side. Her tell. “Did you want a tour?”
My smile broadens. “I wouldlovea tour.” And a kiss.And a night worshipping every inch of you. And maybe breakfast. And more kissing. And lunch. I’ll feed her until she could burst, then rub her tummy until she’s ready to eat again. Or kiss again. I smile to myself. Sounds like heaven. I just need to convince her that it absolutely will be. She’s as blindsided as I am, albeit less willing to crack. Imagine how she’ll be when shedoescrack. When she accepts and embraces this.
I watch her virtually stomp out of the kitchen, frustration leaking from every pore of her gorgeous body. That dress is definitely too short, and I glare at a guy across the room when he catches me observing him staring at her. He blinks and looks away, his smile falling. Wise man.
I follow Ava, and she starts waving her hand around aimlessly. “Lounge,” she declares, not giving me time to look around, not that I need to. So I keep my eyes on the gentle sway of her hips as she leads on. “You’ve seen the kitchen,” she calls over her shoulder, giving me a small peek of her luscious lips. “View.” She points across the terrace before trekking back into the penthouse and stalking across the open space towards the gym. I smile, placing the catalogue I’m still holding on a table as I pass. People try to stop me, say hello, shake my hand, and I ignore every single one of them, my pace quickening to keep up with her.
“Gym,” she mumbles as she enters, before leaving as soon as my Grensons cross the threshold. I laugh as I follow her up the stairs, my eyes nailed to her arse. How I want to get my hands on her and haul her into a bedroom.
After opening and closing every door and shortly declaring what rooms lay beyond, she marches into the master suite. My bedroom.
Oh fuck, if she only knew she’d just entered the lion’s den.
