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“He is.”
“And he helped save Henry from almost certain death?”
“He did.”
“And just because he is in love with you does not mean he cannot—”
“Whoa.” I giggle. “Ronan isnotin love with me.”
“Oh, of course not. I amentirelywrong in my observation. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” She’s grinning as if she knows better. “Either way, Henry can be difficult. He likes control and he always has it. But there are times when you mustaskhis permission, and then there are times you musttellhim what you want and how it will be. He is a smart man, and he wants to make you happy. He will bend when he knows it is essential to you.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I am. But just in case, tell him while you’re on your knees for him. He will give you anything you want.” Her wicked cackle draws curious glances. “Maintenant, to more important things. Where should we have your … how do you Americans call it”—she snaps her fingers as she frowns—“bachelorette party?”
* * *
A warm,drunken buzz courses through my veins by the time Henry steps through the doorway of Lux. My pulse races at the sight of him. He looks delicious tonight in a tailored, all black outfit, the top two buttons of his shirt unfastened, his cuffs rolled up to show off his forearms.
Trailing in after him are Merrick, Warner, and Preston, dressed equally sharp. All of them ooze wealth and confidence.
My heart pounds as I think of all that I saw of these men last night. Henry was right, the costume party was not the right venue to meet his friends, but it was certainly the place to move past polite “get to know you” conversation. I’ve seen all of them with their pants down.Literally.By now, that doesn’t shock me. Still, I’m happy for my boozy glow as I face them again. Maybe it’ll help squash any awkwardness on my part when I face Merrick.
But how have Henry and Merrick been around each other? Could last night have damaged their friendship?
“Have you ever seen a more attractive bunch?” Margo watches the four men as they stroll toward us. She’s not the only one. They draw interest from all corners.
“Good evening, ladies.” Henry lifts the half-empty bottle of champagne from its bucket, checking the label. “What are we celebrating?”
“Your beautiful bride asked me to be her maid of honor.” Margo beams.
“Isn’t that brilliant.” Preston flops into the seat next to Margo. “Wolf just roped us all in. Guess we should celebrate too.” It sounds like they’ve already been celebrating. Preston is louder than he was last night.
“Single malts?” Merrick gives Margo’s hair a playful ruffle. It’s friendly, almost brotherly.
“I’d like to see what they have.” Warner moves for the bar, his lush hair flowing free again. He winks at a group of women at a nearby table. None of them would imagine he had his “date” tied up in ropes last night and was jamming his cock down her throat for an audience.
My gaze flitters back to Merrick to find him watching me with an enigmatic smile. My cheeks flush. At least he’s not avoiding me, I guess. “What about you,Daddy?” he asks in a mocking tone.
“Lagavulin and fuck off.” Henry sinks into the spot on the couch next to me. His cheeks carry a pinkish hue.
As Preston and Margo start a conversation, I lean into Henry’s side, inhaling his spicy cologne, craving his touch. “I take it you told them?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“They were as shocked as I was but supportive. More so than I expected, to be honest. But they’ve also been calling me that all night,” he adds.
“What?Daddy?” I tease, meaning it to be light and flirtatious. It stirs an unexpected feeling in me, though, one I can’t quite put my finger on.
“Don’t you start too,” he warns.
“I wouldnever. But out of curiosity, would you rather I call youDaddyorcutie pie?” I squeal as Henry seizes my hips and pulls me onto his lap, tucking my legs together against his hip. He grips the back of my head and pulls me into a hard kiss before whispering against my lips, “Which one would you rather be screaming tonight when I’m fucking you?” Beneath me, I feel him getting hard.
Henry’s not normally this affectionate in public, so either he’s drunker than I realize, or he’s emboldened around his friends.
Or he’s reached the point of not giving a damn how the CEO of Wolf Hotels should act.
