AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The little pastry packet was a bomb of flavour on my tongue, a richly spiced meat centre making my mouth water even as I ate it.
‘Oh my god,’ I moaned.
‘I know, right? Chef is the best. They were the only thing that got us through Father’s parties when we were younger.’ Katie grinned as I nodded.
‘He is clearly the best.’
‘Do you want a glass of something? There’s a stack of champagne over on the table?’ She indicated to the far side of the room.
‘No, thank you.’ After the last evening out, I was erring way on the safe side.
‘Cam?’ she asked.
‘I’m okay Katie. So what’s happening? Where’s Father?’
‘He’s around here somewhere. Don’t worry, you’ll feel the atmosphere change whenever he gets close enough, it’s how I avoid him. Speaking of which, I need to dive out for a bit.’ Katie’s eyes twinkled.
‘Dive out where? You can’t leave. Dad will be furious.’
‘He’s seen me. He knows I’m here. With this many people, he won’t notice me stepping out for an hour or two.’
‘And where are you going?’ Cam narrowed his eyes at his sister, his arm tensing beneath my fingers.
‘I have a date.’
‘With who?’
‘Do you know The Gilded Knife?’ she said, looking like she’d bust out of her skin with excitement.
‘No,’ Cameron said blankly.
‘I do. They’re a band. My sister loves them.’ They were a pretty big deal in the rock circuits.
‘I met the singer, Tommy, through a friend and he asked me to meet him for dinner.’
‘Fuck, Katie, you cannot be going getting involved with someone in the public eye. Dad will kill you if it brings journalists snooping into our affairs.’
‘We’ll be discrete. I’ll have Dad’s minions with me too.’ Katie shrugged at her big brother. She looked thrilled. Whether it was about Tommy, defying her Father or annoying her brother, I wasn’t sure.
‘Don’t be late back, and be safe,’ Cameron said. ‘I’ll kill him myself if he fucks with you.’
We watched her go as she bobbed through the crowd until I felt a tug against my hand. Cameron walked us over to a corner and smiled down at me. He held out his other hand and showed me the remaining pastry. He hadn’t eaten his.
‘Open up.’
‘But they’re your favourite.’
‘Watching you eat yours gave me more pleasure than eating one ever has.’
I flushed and bit my lower lip as his eyes darkened. He reached up and ran a thumb over my lower lip where my teeth had just been. ‘Open.’
I did as he said, a little thrill making me squirm as I stood there, mouth open for him. It felt dirtier than it should have.
He slid his thumb over my bottom teeth and I groaned and let my eyes flutter closed. I craved his touch so much more that I was admitting to myself.
‘Look at me, Maeve.’ His voice had my eyes springing open, wanting to please him.
He slipped the pastry into my mouth before taking his finger to his lips and licking it clean. I bit down into the delightful canape and moaned again. We needed to steal Harold’s chef and make him live in the kitchen just to make these canapes for me every day.
