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Very slowly, Parker stands up and walks over to me to help me. His hands move over my face gently and attentively, playing with loose strands of my hair, as my eyes become lost in rapt attention.
"I have plans for us," he whispers, a dangerous smile on his lips.
"You'd better say it now. What plans are those?" I ask him.
Parker moves closer to me, and tenderly kisses my cheek.
Immediately, my heart speeds up.
"We're engaged. Or at least, that's what the press thinks," he whispers in my ear.
"Yes, and?" I raise an eyebrow.
He looks at me with a crooked grin that hints at my missing a vital point of subtext in the conversation.
With the eyes of everyone present on us, as they probably try to guess what we are talking about, Parker brings my hand to his lips.
"Can't you tell, my dear? There's a glaring flaw in our logic. If we're engaged, then where's your ring?"
And suddenly, it all clicks, like the snap of a finger.
"You're not seriously thinking..." I trail off before I can finish my sentence.
The wolfish grin on his lips grows wider.
"I think we should fix that problem as soon as possible. This afternoon, we'll go buy you a nice diamond ring."
His lips lean in toward mine, and as my mouth opens to protest, Parker finds my tongue, letting his slowly tangle with mine.
I feel the drive to fight with him fading amidst the whirlwind that is his kisses.
I breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of his cologne and wishing Parker Hamilton isn't so tempting to me.
Yet, as I wish, my hands tangle in his hair, allowing that supposedly performative kiss to linger much longer, no matter who sees us or where we are.
Sadly, he is a vice, and I’m too weak to resist.
Chapter sixteen
Parker
"Whatdoyouthinkof this one?" Penny asks, as I take her hand and draw her toward me.
She lets herself be led, like a docile, little sheep being herded, but there is nothing submissive about Penny Gould beyond appearance, for her determined character is evident at every opportunity for her. This is true both in and out of bed, as I have come to know.
I watch her as she tries on the ring I pointed out to her, and I can’t help but remember the way she was the night before, her body sweaty and naked, the scent of sex heavy in the air around us.
She who has never been with a man before sought me out with such patience and passion, igniting each and every one of my senses, making me desire her more and more with each new kiss, and each maddening touch.
Now, it is hard for me to see her standing upright, clothed and elegant, when the truth is that a part of me is dying to undress her and watch her yield again to the insistent rhythm of our hips as they rub firmly and rhythmically together, quickening their pace until we finally surrender in each other's arms from pleasure.
"I don't know," Penny murmurs, looking at the gold band that is decorated with a single huge diamond. "I think the jewel is too big for my taste."
Penny turns away as she looks over the rest of the rings, completely ignoring the fact that the jeweler is looking at her as if she has nothing in her brain.
But Penny Gould is not like other women, and she knows that about herself. Other girls, like Brittany, for example, would seek out the most expensive, outlandish ring in the whole store and ask me for it, proudly flaunting it for all the world to see. To someone like Brittany, the size and sparkle of the piece are synonymous with the level of love the person feels.
Penny doesn’t follow that kind of thinking. Her style is sophisticated and simple, even rather minimalist and demure. As I look at her it occurs to me that I have never seen her flaunt a truly extravagant piece of jewelry.
