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My fingers tighten on his arm.
“Don’t you usually have to buy tickets to these sorts of things?”
“Yeah.” He frowns. “I was going to take a date anyway. Don’t read into it.”
I scoff. “You were going to call up Mandy? Or Sandy? Or?—”
“Stop, Sunny.” He does something. His hand dipping into his pocket.
All of a sudden, the object between my legs buzzes to life.
I almost fall over. It’s not the same as the other one. This is deeper, going straight through my abdomen and making everything clench in a wicked way.
“It’s not so bad that you can’t walk,” he scolds. “Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give you a respite.”
“I think I hate you more than I did an hour ago,” I force out.
The vibrations cut off almost as soon as I stand straight again, and I breathe a sigh of relief. My gaze cuts to him. To his styled hair, the black bow tie, and crisp white shirt under his black tuxedo. I’m not as put together by a long shot, and my insecurities flare.
Why am I here?
Why didn’t he sneak me in the back?
Instead, he led me in past photographers wearing our rings. Even drawing the subtle attention to them. So what are the headlines going to say in the morning? What kind of lies will they spit about me?
We continue into the main ballroom.
I expected him to take me to a club or a bar—but this is luxury. Rich people. Famous people. Some in floor-length gowns, their hair and makeup immaculate.
It’s another way I’m a fish out of water. My bank account might be blossoming from my book’s success, but it doesn’t hold a candle to some of the men and women in the room. I rake my fingers through my hair again, cursing that he didn’t let me prepare.
But this is Knox, and it seems to be just another thing he does to keep me off-balance.
We collect drinks from an open bar. Wine for me, whiskey for him. I don’t even open my mouth, he just orders. Another bullet point to hate him for. The fact that I quite enjoy the wine he selects is irrelevant.
Finally, we end up at a large round table with some familiar faces.
Camden Church, captain of the Titans, for one.
He’s sitting with a girl at his side, her dark hair in an elegant bun. Her dress is also long, covering her legs.
“Whiteshaw,” he greets his teammate, rising as soon as he spots us. He’s one of the hotter Titans, I’ll give him that. “And Ms. McGovern. Or is it Mrs. Whiteshaw? I didn’t catch that the other night.”
“I kept my maiden name?—”
“She’s actually in the process of changing it,” Knox interrupts. “It’s long overdue.”
My face flames, and I gape at him. “I’m in the process?”
“Of course.” Knox’s eyes gleam.
The vibrator starts. A low vibration that awakens a warmth inside me. Unlike the last time, it doesn’t make me double over. Good thing, because I think I’m expected to speak.
I tighten my grip on Knox’s arm.
He continues, “We filed the paperwork yesterday. It’s been an undertaking. Getting your birth certificate, filing to change your name with social security…”
Jesus, he’s serious. I don’t have the bandwidth for this right now, so I try to ignore him and focus back on Camden. It’s hard, though, when all my concentration keeps slipping back between my legs.
