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“Always a party pooper.” The guy laughs and switches his gaze to me. “Maybe your friend has a more positive attitude.”
Before I can offer a response, Tara grabs the guy by the front of his white dress shirt. “That’s Drago’s wife, you idiot! Leave!”
“You don’t say. Maybe the lady would like to try out something different.” He reaches his hand toward me, staring at my boobs.
“She wouldn’t.” I take a step back, but he still manages to brush his fingers down my arm.
“Gary, please. Drago will come any moment,” my sister-in-law whispers nervously and glances somewhere behind me. “Oh shit.”
I turn around and see my husband standing in the passageway leading to his office, a murderous glare focused on Tara’s friend.
“I’ll be off, then.” Gary’s somewhat frantic voice comes from behind my back.
Drago watches the guy retreat to his booth, then heads across the dance floor toward the bar.
“Fuck, Sienna, he’s going for a spoon,” Tara squeals, grabbing my arm. “You need to go there and distract him while I get someone from security to throw Gary outta here.”
“Why?”
“Because Gary is our investment banker, and Drago is planning on taking out his eyes.”
“Yeah, right.” I laugh.
“I’m not kidding, Sienna!” She shakes my arm. “Men are avoiding looking at you because they all got warned that if they do, they will lose their eyes. Go there and stop him!”
I watch Tara as she rushes toward one of the bouncers by the exit, then glance to the bar where Drago is taking a spoon from a drawer. This is ridiculous. He is not going to take a man’s eyes out because he ogled my boobs.
Behind the bar, Drago raises the spoon in front of his face, feeling the edge with his thumb, then heads toward the booth where Gary is sitting. His jaw is clenched and his mouth is set in a hard line. He’s staring at the banker with murder in his eyes. Shit.
I dash across the dance floor, bumping a few people with my elbows along the way. When I reach Drago, I leap into his arms, clutching his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Hello there.” I grin and kiss his tightly pressed lips.
Drago’s hand slides under my thigh to support me, but his eyes are still focused over my shoulder.
“Hey.” I take his chin between my fingers, tilting his head so he’ll look at me. “Any chance you can get me more of those pretty crystals?”
“What color?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Red. They will look nice in the flower pots on the kitchen window. Do you think that shop has some?”
“It does.”
I smile, stroking his cheek while a warm feeling spreads through my chest. “So you consider rubies suitable as flower pot decorations?”
His hand squeezes my thigh. “I was thinking red beryl, but it can be rubies if you prefer those. Was it Tara who spilled the beans?”
“Yes. She was very distressed when she saw me throwing a handful of emeralds into the fish tank.” I smile. “Why, Drago?”
“You love sparkly things, just like I do.”
“So, why give them to me?”
“Because the most sparkling one is already in my possession, and her glow can’t compare to any rock.”
It shouldn’t feel so good, to hear him calling me his possession. It shouldn’t make me this wet. But it does. It makes my core ache with the need to feel him inside me, to have him cement that statement with action.
I tangle my fingers in his hair. “Yeah, I do like my clothes to glitter.”
