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I brush my fingertips over her exposed shoulder. “It’s the right dress for someone about to make history.” This is exactly what we’re doing tonight.
For the rest of the ride, I hold her hand. It seems to be enough to help calm her nerves.
“We’re here.” I point to the tall building in front of us.
This venue is as Hollywood as it gets.
The deluxe venue is located near Rodeo Drive and the Hollywood Walk of Fame—where my band have our own star. Six weeks ago, after her stellar presentation, Arianne said we needed a venue that was guaranteed to get attention for our big night. It had to be Building 22. This is lavish, with a capital L.
“We’re here already?” There’s a distinct tremolo in her voice. “That was much faster than I expected.”
I arch my eyebrows. “You’re the first person in the history of mankind to complain about not being stuck in LA traffic.”
She giggles.
I pull out my phone and text the publicity team. I have yet to hire a personal publicist, but since I’m a one-woman-man these days, I don’t have to worry. When it comes to all things SCORE, Josephine (Joey) Boswell is the agency’s point person. She responds to let me know she’s already there with three of her employees. Then, I text Rhys. He’s on his way with his date. Satisfied, I tuck my phone inside my suit pocket.
“Everything is in place?” Arianne asks.
“This night will go without a hitch.”
“From your lips to God’s ears.”
As the car comes to a stop in front of Building 22, I bring her hands to my lips and drop a soft kiss. “It’s showtime, baby!”
“This is it?!”
I lean into her. “I know of an effective way of mellowing you out.”
“I’m all ears.”
I lean in closer so she’s the only one to hear what I’m about to say. “We find a quiet place inside Building 22, I drop to my knees, lift the hem of your pretty dress, and ravish your pussy until you come all over my face. That should do the trick.”
I pull away from her and wait.
I already took care of my girl’s pussy, but if she needs another round, I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the greater good. I’m that kind of boyfriend.
I expect her to scold me for my bad behavior, but the veil of lust glistening from her eyes lets me know she might take me up on my offer.
Bring it on!
“I’m tempted,” she says. “But if we get caught, we’d end up making history for a whole other reason. A sex video on the internet isn’t on my bucket list.”
I don’t miss the little squirm she makes in her seat as if trying to relieve an ache between her thighs.
Damn.
I want to relieve that tension gripping her.
“Can I take a rain check on the offer for later when we’re back at your place?”
I laugh.
“You can count on it.” I kiss her forehead. “Let’s get out of this car.”
On cue, a doorman helps Arianne out.
I receive the same treatment.
