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With a start, I was forcibly reminded of him yelling word out ‘cock’ in the middle of the Plaza foyer.
He turned back to me, catching my wrist and tracing over my fluttering pulse. “Tell me you’ll come back to my room with me tonight.”
The biddies gasped again.
“I– I want to,” I whispered, making the decision before I was ready.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Ford growled.
A muted thump hit the floor behind us.
I giggled. “Go, before you have a heart attack."
“Tonight,” Ford murmured, ignoring my warning completely. “I want quiet hours. Just you and me.” He dipped his head and when I thought he might kiss me, he dropped his forehead to gently rest against mine. “I’ve got stuff to do. There’s a bar,” he pointed out, then which door the reception would be held at with a list of times.
"It's okay. I'll find you, or something.” I wiggled the key card from my purse.
Another muffled thump and I swore someone fainted.
Ford sorted. “See you later. Don't forget."
Hesitating for a second, he brushed his lips gently across mine, and then he was gone, my legs buckling, and I was glad I didn't hit the floor like the lady behind me.
"Sorry about that." I called over my shoulder. Tracing my fingertip over my mouth where he kissed me, I decided it was time to find the bar.
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***
Apart from seeing Forddance with his bridesmaid, I barely caught more than a glimpse of him for the entire reception. A group of girls pulled me in to dance the macarena as I loitered by the cake stand for the umpteenth time, and I thankfully missed the bouquet when I got myself herded into that group too. The flowers hurtled, I ducked, and someone else was the lucky recipient.
More than once I fingered the card in my beaded purse–Ford’s, really, because I didn’t pay for a thing. By the time the dance floor filled with drunken party-goers and bridesmaids flirting up a storm with their dates while the groomsmen chartered away boisterously–sans Ford– I was ready to take my elf-ass upstairs, slip back into the clothes I left bundled beside the bed, and head home.
Until Ford burst out of a doorway at the rear of the room, stalking across the back of the dance floor. His hair was a mess, his shirt half undone. He hit the bar, leaning over it to grab a bottle of whiskey. When the barman objected, he threw a wad of cash at him. The barman's face widened in shock as he flicked through the bills.
I know how you feel.
I sympathise with the poor man; Ford on a rampage was a formidable force. But the man was hurting and considering how much time he took on me, I wanted to be able to repay something in kind. Also, I couldn't leave the man aching.
I detached myself from my space of wall, heading in his direction, but a scarlet tipped hand halted my progress.
“Oh, I wouldn't bother him when he’s in a mood like this, sweetie,” a sugary voice laid the condensation on thick.
I pivoted to find a blonde with a fixed smile and eyebrows stuck with so much botox they didn’t move staring determinedly at me in the ice blue dress I noticed waving at him at the wedding.
“I don’t think–”
“You’re after Ford. He does this kind of thing often. Well, me.” She gave a tinkle of a laugh that could have scratched glass with its diamond hard edges. “So leave him alone, I mean, to me, will you? Whatever fling,” she scraped her gaze over me, “you had going on is done now. Run along.” She made a dismissive gesture with her fingers, flicking them so close to my face I wanted to bite off one of her fake nails.
I shook my head as a mountain of a man with bulging muscles that seemed to move on their own approached her with two glasses of champagne. To my surprise, he offered one to me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my brow creasing, wondering if I shouldn’t drink it.
“Don’t give it to her!” the blonde half-shrieked.
The image of an untidy, seething Ford ripping his way through the room met the facade of the ice queen at my side.
“You’re the jilter,” I said quietly without thinking.
