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Well fuckity fuck fuck. All that note taking for nothing. I cross my arms. “You sure you don't want to leave me behind again?”
His blue eyes flare. I struck a nerve.
His eyes skim over my yoga pants and pink t-shirt, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in their wake. “You’re accompanying me to a function tonight before we leave. Krista will help you get ready.”
A whirlwind of confusion swirls inside me. He's going to take me out in public?
“What kind of function?” I ask with trepidation.
He thumbs his lower lip before speaking again. “Something I'm required to attend.”
“I'll check my calendar.”
He smiles—a real Xavier smile—and it slams into me with such force, I nearly crumple. “Smartass,” he says, with a twinkle in his eyes I can’t turn away from.
“But it's a nice ass, I’ve been told,” I sass back.
“Yes, it is,” he agrees in a husky voice that seeps through my skin and lights a fire in places that cause my face to heat.
Something is very wrong with me, because in this moment, with the look in his eyes, I forget the situation I'm in and press my thighs together as if I can kill the attraction to him in my wet vagina.
“Who has been telling you you have a nice ass?”
“If you want information, you have to give to receive.”
“I'm very good at giving.” He wets his lips.
My nipples harden under his hooded gaze. Are we flirting? My nipples seem to think so. The stiff peaks strain against my bra. I've never sixty-nined, but that is the visual playing in my warped mind. “Maybe we should exchange at the same time.”
He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “You're playing with fire, Rhiannon.”
With that warning, he turns from me, and I watch him walk away. The tight muscles in his back and ass pull the material of his clothing tighter with each step. He's hot. Fire is right, and I'm not willing to be burned twice.
Dressed in a simple,slinky, black cocktail dress and cherry-red heels, courtesy of Xavier, we slide into a silver Mercedes. He doesn’t even need to tell the driver where we’re going. He just knows. Everyone knows, except me. All I know is no one at this dinner party will ask questions. Poor little Rhiannon. But, don’t worry, you don’t have a one-way ticket to Pityville and we won’t fall down together during my temper tantrum, because I’ve got my own plans. Maybe I can steal a phone and make contact with Delilah. She's got to be wondering what happened since I didn't make contact. In our planning, we came up with a code to make sure it was safe to talk. If she says ‘dragonfruit’ then I know my father found out my plans.
Before long, we arrive at a sprawling mansion nestled between a throng of trees.
“Stella,” Xavier says after the door opens.
“Xavier, so good to see you,” a leggy blonde, in a sparkling silver top and jeans that are a second skin, greets us as we step inside the foyer. It’s pretty standard, well standard for mansions: marble floors, enough space to make your voice echo, a round table in the center of the room with a whole garden of exotic plants, and a tiny white poodle that comes yapping when we enter.
“Don’t mind Fifi,” she says, scooping the little thing up. “My husband is through there.” She gestures her hand to an arched entryway. A portly man appears on cue, wearing a smile as big as a watermelon across his face. “Xavier, there you are.”
He’s right, no one asks questions. Neither Mr. Happy Pants nor Cruella Deville have even glanced in my direction.
After small talk between them, we enter into a dining room, and Xavier seats me at a large table filled with crystal and china.
“Sorry we’re late,” a feminine voice shrills, and I turn in my seat.
My eyes crash into a mustached man I have definitely seen before. But where?
My memory data bank is working overtime as I try to remember where I’ve seen him before. Years ago. Think.
Everyone is saying their hellos, and Xavier doesn’t bother mentioning me, but it’s as if everyone here knows me anyways.
Ken Gordon and his wife, and Mr. and Mrs. Davenshire who own the place.
The salads are served, and I fork around my spring greens as my brain pushes out steam with working so hard.
