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“An accent? Where’s that been?” I asked. She had one, but it was faint until I got her riled up.
“It’s time to go, guys,” Declan said from the doorway. I looked behind him, and the whole crew had gotten themselves fancied up. They were in suits similar to mine.
All the guys looked uncomfortable, but the worst was Hayden and Brock. Brock pulled at his collar, knocking his tie loose, until Adam smacked his hand away and straightened Brock’s tie.
Adam admonished Brock, “You’re a fucking Navy SEAL. Quit fidgeting.”
Hayden wasn’t any better. His tie was hanging loose around his neck. Declan noticed at the same time as Marcie. They both took a step toward him. I glanced down at Katie, her eyes wide.
I guess they were done being sly.
Glenn cleared his throat and asked, “We’re going as a group, I take it?”
Katie laughed at him. “Welcome to my world. Where everything you do is a spectator sport.”
“Not everything,” I whispered.
Red carpet events were a goddamn madhouse. It was the perfect live-action definition of organized chaos. Reporters and paparazzi were everywhere, screaming out people’s names. If that wasn’t enough, their fucking camera flashes were like strobe lights blinding you. At one point, I asked Katie if she knew the signs of a stroke.
“Quit making me laugh!”
“Never,” I whispered in her ear.
Katie sighed, “It’s a good thing I love you because if they don’t get their photo the first time, they’ll make us stand here until they do.”
“Fuck that shit,” I swore, determined to behave myself and get this shit over with.
A couple of hours later, my girl was walking in high cotton. Katie spent more time on stage tonight than she did in her seat.
Five nominations, and even though she’d not been able to do any campaigning because of the shitstorm we’d been in, she’d still heard them say, “And the award goes to…Katie Carter” five motherfucking times.
Her talent blew me away, but her strength inspired me. A little more than a month ago, she and I were living through an episode of fucking Criminal Minds. But tonight, she was dressed to the nines, looking like a fucking angel, while she smiled and waved and answered every fucking question thrown at her.
Not only did she look dumbstruck as Adam and Brock walked us to the vehicles where the rest of the team was waiting so we could go back to the house, but she looked exhausted. I just wanted to get her fed and tucked in bed immediately. As tired as she seemed, I was sure she would fall asleep in the car before we made it halfway home.
Just as we pulled into the driveway at the house and the gate to the property swung shut behind us, Katie’s phone rang. She grunted and continued sleeping.
“Sugar? That’s your phone ringing,” I said, trying to rouse her.
“I’m sleepy. They can leave a message,” she mumbled.
“Okay, but do you want to sleep in the car?” I asked.
That got her attention because she sat up, albeit a little wobbly. She glanced around, sighing.
“Okay. That’s good. Because we’re home, I hope you don’t mind, but I just wanna sleep. I’m going straight to bed,” Katie said.
“Food first. You turned your nose up at all the food at the after party.”
“But I just wanna go to bed,” she whined.
There was something about her voice when she made that sound that went straight to my cock. She was making it more and more as we slipped slowly into the Dom/sub relationship that began budding after we met. I still didn’t think it would move out of the caregiver phase. I was happy with what we had. I didn’t need it to go further than that. But one of the things I’ve learned through reading and talking with others who’d been where we are now was kinks evolve as a relationship does.
“I know sugar, but you have to eat.” I slid out of the car when it pulled to a stop, kissing her temple as I helped her to the ground. Luckily, we were facing the house, and I was blocking the view because she paid no attention to the slit in her skirt.
The green lace peep show only added to the difficulty I had with the fit of my pants. The dress rode up her thighs, showing me how fucking sexy those legs of hers were.
Katie’s phone rang again, but it died before she could get it out of her bag. “Oh well. I didn’t want to talk to anyone anyway.”
