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Yet another boring fundraiser. I can think of many things I’d rather be doing right now than smiling in the faces of fake bitches and shaking hands with men who can’t keep their eyes off my ass and breasts while their women linger politely on their arms.
If you want to fuck me, then just say that.
The sound of someone tinkling their fork against their glass rings out over the low hum of conversation in the room. I glance up from the hors d’oeuvre table to see Lola St. John smiling at everyone. The most pretentious bitch of them all.
Isn’t she sleeping with Judge Atkins, her best friend’s husband?
“Among many of the other married men in here,” a voice says as I pop the seared scallop into my mouth.
Tears well in my eyes as I choke, and someone pats me on the back before handing me a glass of water.
When I finish downing the glass, I glance into the most stunning, mesmerizing grey eyes I’ve ever seen. But my God, they look so sad.
How can someone as beautiful and fine as this man look so heartbroken and sad? The undersexed portion of myself wants to make everything okay in his world.
“Sorry, did I say that out loud?” I cringe.
“You did,” he replies with a smirk, taking my glass from my hand and setting it on the table.
“Just don’t care for the pretentiousness of her circle, is all.”
He extends his hand and says, “Shep Coleman. You didn’t say anything that the rest of us bored fucks aren’t already thinking.”
My lips twitch with a smirk, and I think I already like him. Taking his hand in mine, my eyebrow lifts when I feel an electric shock in my palm as though I’d been dragging my feet over the carpet.
“If I believed in romance, I’d think that was a signal from the universe that we were meant to be, Shep. Nice to meet you. Makenzi Ross, queen of open-mouth-insert-foot. My friends call me Mak.”
“Don’t believe in romance either, Mak, but that doesn’t mean we’re not meant to be.”
“Got a feeling that you’re a smooth talker. Never said we were friends, though.”
“Mmm, she bites. Think I might like her,” he says, winking. “If you didn’t consider me a friend, you wouldn’t have shared that nickname. And I’m not really a smooth talker. Just an honest man who says what’s on my mind.”
“Mm,” I say, grabbing a glass of champagne and taking a big sip. “What’s on your mind?”
He smirks, shoves a hand in his pocket and says, “Thinking we should ditch this party, write a check later, and find somewhere we can get to know each other intimately.”
I glance at Lola as she pleads for donations, leaning forward and generously displaying her cleavage.
I take another sip of my champagne, pull it from my lips and then down the rest.
“Come on,” I say, setting the glass on the table and grabbing Shep’s hand, leading him out of the event center.
Handing my ticket to the valet attendant, I ask Shep, “Did you drive?”
“No,” he says with a curious smirk.
“Oh. How’d you get here?”
“My date.”
“Your...your date?” I sputter.
Shrugging, he says, “Somehow, I found myself an unlucky bastard accompanying Mildred Flores tonight.”
“Senator Flores’ wife?”
“One and the same.”
