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Her lips turned into a full smile.
And I took that moment to really study her. “Your hair is dripping,” I whispered, pushing it off her face.
Without touching mine, she replied, “Yours is too.”
Not a single drop had fallen from the sky. The woman from the store had been right: it was just this incessant mist that had hovered around us since we’d stepped outside.
But now that Drake had mentioned my sopping hair, I suddenly noticed my clothes did feel damp and there were droplets running down the back of my neck, like I’d just stepped out of the shower.
“I like that you’re unbothered by it,” I told her. “That you didn’t even want an umbrella.”
She chuckled. “Really? Why?”
I shrugged. “Let’s be honest, most women wouldn’t sit here and get wet. They would have wanted me to get them an umbrella.” My palm cupped her cheek. “But not you. You’re different—when it comes to everything.”
She was silent for a few seconds. “I want to feel it all, Easton. Even the things that fall from the sky.”
I leaned into her face, holding it close to mine, and before I kissed her, I said, “And that makes you even more beautiful.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Easton
“Hell of a job today,” I said to Drake as we completed our final day of the conference, making our way out of the building.
She’d spent the entire two days representing our brand, discussing marketing opportunities with other tech giants, chatting about the upcoming international rollout. Watching her in action within this landscape was entirely different from seeing her at the office. Here, she wasn’t training, mentoring, or problem-solving. A fire glowed across her face as she spoke so fluidly to other executives as they discussed best practices and shared pointers from teams that had experienced similar growth patterns.
I understood why Faceframe had sent her to conferences such as this one. She was a magnet. People couldn’t pass her without exchanging words—they craved her attention, seeking out her advice in a way that told me they were as hypnotized as I was.
My girl was a fucking star.
And since the beginning of the event, I’d stood by her side, watching her shine.
“You weren’t so bad yourself, Mr.Boston.” She’d spoken over her shoulder, a pace ahead of me as we wove our way through the thick crowd.
Of course, being in this position gave me the opportunity to stare at her ass, and I watched it move within those tight black suit pants, a set of achingly gorgeous heart-shaped cheeks.
I was dying to grab them. To clutch them with both hands and lift her into the air and wrap her legs around me.
But I wouldn’t, not until we were away from all these industry eyes.
Thankfully, that time was coming very soon, as we neared the exit of the building and went outside. We weren’t more than two steps out the door when I heard, “Drake Madden? Is that you?”
She turned in a circle, scanning the faces of the people nearby. I knew she recognized the speaker when her eyes widened, her lips stretching into a smile, and she sang, “Jeremy, oh my God, hi.”
He was a few inches shorter than me, and not nearly as broad or muscular. Still, my back stiffened, and my hands clenched as he closed in on her, her arms opening for a hug.
He held her for a few seconds longer than he needed to, her fingers landing on his forearms the moment she pulled back.
“It’s so good to see you,” she said. “What a great surprise this is.” Her hands dropped and she faced me. “Easton, this is Jeremy. He worked on my team at Faceframe for years.” Her eyes shifted to Jeremy. “Jeremy, this is Easton, one of the cofounders of Hooked, where you know I work now.”
He extended his hand, and we shook.
His grip extremely unimpressive.
“Nice to meet you, Easton.”
“And you,” I replied.
