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“Get up,” I said through gritted teeth. “We’re going back to the hotel.”Where I can knock some sense into you in peace.
“How was your date?” Xavier ignored my order and flicked his gaze over my face, down my dress, and to my feet. A tiny pinch formed between his brows.
“Fantastic.” I didn’t dispel his assumption of why I’d left the gala early. “Less fantastic was getting another Perry Wilson notification about you.”
A strange glow of satisfaction settled in his eyes. “Did it interrupt your evening?” he asked silkily. “My bad.”
I kept my expression neutral as I shifted my stance and carefully stepped on his foot with a razor-sharp stiletto. The table hid what I was doing from prying eyes, so from a distance, it looked like nothing was wrong.
Xavier’s cockiness instantly disappeared beneath a grimace. “You have thirty seconds to get up, or you’ll lose not only a toe but a much more important part of your anatomy.” I cocked my head and tapped a finger against the tequila bottle. “Did you know there are online tutorials for everything? Including how to castrate a home invader with common household items.”
To his credit, he didn’t flinch at the wordcastrate. “Let me guess. You’ve watched all of them, overachiever.” He slunk deeper in his seat and stared up at me with hooded nonchalance. “Relax, Luna. It’s Friday night. Take the stick out of your ass and have a little fun.”
A muscle twitched beneath my eye.Do not take the bait.“I’m not here to have fun.” It came out as a near growl.
“Obviously.” Xavier gave me another once-over. “It’s too bad you’re wasting a perfectly nice dress on such a boring end to the night. Speaking of which, how did your date feel about you leaving early?”
“They felt it was in their best interest to do as I say.” I stepped harder on his foot, a smile flashing at his renewed grimace. “Since I’m having such aboringnight, I’m tempted to spice things up. Of course, I can’t guarantee my idea of a fun time matches yours—especially when you’re surrounded by your friends, and the chances of embarrassment are high.” My smile disappeared. “Rest assured, Iwilldrag you out of here like you’re an insolent child throwing a temper tantrum, and no, I donotcare if I’m the one who has to clean up the mess afterward. It would be worth it for the shit you’ll get from your friends for the rest of your days. So unless you want that to happen, get the hell up.”
Xavier listened to my tirade without a hint of concern. After I finished, he yawned, stretched his other arm over the back of the banquette, and cast a pointed glance at the heel impaling his five-thousand-dollar shoe. “Can’t get up unless you let me go, sweetheart.”
I didn’t take my eyes off him as I released him, suspicious of his sudden obeisance.
He unfolded himself from the banquette and stared down at me, a glint of amusement reentering his eyes. Even when I wore my Jimmy Choos, he towered over me by a good three inches.
I hated it.
“In my defense, I did fulfill my end of our deal,” he said. “Like I said, the ceremony and gala are two different things. The ceremony ended when Eduardo finished his speech, which also happened to be whenyouleft. So don’t try to use it as an excuse to back out of our vacation.”
“That’s semantics.”
“Maybe,” he drawled. “But it’s also the truth.”
“And what about your promise not to go clubbing until we fixed your image?”
“My imagewasfixed. There hasn’t been a single bad story about me for weeks.” Xavier’s eyes gleamed with laughter. “You never specified your definition of a ‘fixed image,’ Luna. It’s not my fault if we have different ideas of what that means.”
God, he was insufferable. Even more annoying was the fact he was right, but I would rather throw myself off Big Ben than admit it. “Just shut up and follow me,” I snapped, wishing I had a wittier reply.
“Yes, ma’am.” His cheeks dimpled. “I love a woman in charge.”
I ignored the sexual innuendo and turned on my heel. He followed me to the exit without saying goodbye to his friends.
I didn’t know if he’d tired of arguing with me or if I’d genuinely scared him with the threat of embarrassment—I doubted it—but the reasons for his about-face didn’t matter. The only things that mattered were if he listened to me and stayed out of trouble.
“What’s the story behind the bracelet?” he asked on our way down the elevator.
“Excuse me?”
“The bracelet.” Xavier tipped his chin toward the friendship bracelet on my wrist. “You weren’t wearing that at the gala.”
My muscles coiled. Only my best friends knew about my visits to Pen, and there was no way I was adding him to that trusted circle.
“It was a gift.” I didn’t elaborate.
“Hmm.” A shadow of knowing passed over his face. For someone who’d been drinking all night, he was shockingly observant.
Luckily, he didn’t press the issue, and we walked the remaining distance to the main exit in silence.
