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I want her to be right more than I've wanted anything in the world.
Because IwantBrett. And he's finally made it clear that he wants me too.
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CHAPTER14
Denise
The rest of the night is a blur.
As Brittany slides into the car's front seat, she turns around to spy me and Brett holding hands in the back. She grins at him, but in her eyes, I can tell she knows not to be such an obvious flirt with him anymore.
I have claimed him. This beautiful man is mine.
Tinsley is ecstatic when we arrive, and as I struggle to blink through the dazzling lights and the flashy clothes, she takes me in her hands and begins to steer me around. She's gorgeous in a pearl-white dress with a low back, and a series of silver chains dangling across her exposed skin, making her shine like a mirror ball.
Names fly over my head and faces blur into one as she introduces me to the other wedding vendors. Caterers and planners and managers and accountants and tailors.
In my surge of adrenaline, I can barely take any of it in.
And while I quickly lose Brittany in the faceless, jostling crowd, Brett never leaves my side.
I'm supposed to greet people, helping my business by rubbing elbows with the higher classes like Lisa suggested. But now that I'm here, I'm barely paying them any mind. There is only one person on my mind tonight….
After the party, we take a tipsy Brittany home. She gushes about how wonderful the party was and how she somehow weaseled a business card from some rich lawyer she's planning to call in the morning. Brett gets out of the car with her to make sure she gets inside her apartment safely, and then he returns to the backseat with me.
My house isn't too far away, and with each block we pass, I find my need swelling larger and larger inside me. Brett rubs his thumb across the back of my hand.
"You're almost home," he says softly.
"Yep," I say back.
He wets his lips with his tongue, and my need surges inside me again. He seems to sense it. "Do you… want me to go in with you?" he asks.
Grasping his hand in mine and squeezing it hard, I nod. "Yes, Brett. I want it."
He nods back, understanding exactly what I mean. "Okay. Whatever you want."
His words thrill through me, making me shiver with desire. He grips my hand harder.
"You feeling okay?" he asks me.
I lean across the car, laying my head against his shoulder. "Better than I have in years."
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Thankfully,Sheila and Peter have gone home by the time we enter the bungalow. And with Brett sending Mar home for the night, it's finally just the two of us alone.
Tossing my purse on the sofa, I turn around to eye him. He's standing behind me, and for the first time, I realize his height. A little over six feet tall, he towers over me. Another shiver runs through me. I feel it deep in my belly, at the center of desire. I think again of his lips on my neck and jaw, and that desire pools deeper within me.
I need him. And as I look up into his intense eyes, a beautiful electric blue, I can see how much he needs me, too.
Removing his blazer and tossing it aside, he envelopes me in his arms again. For the first time, I allow myself to melt in his arms, and he holds me steady.
Brett’s lips coast against the shell of my ear. “You are so fucking beautiful, Denise Lawson.” Then, without another word, he kisses me.
It’s reckless, deep and needy.
