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“I care. I loved her music,” Luna says, looking over my shoulder to see her again. “I would literally kill to get tickets to her show. It is sold out, like not one seat available.”
“That can’t be true…Vincent’s arena is massive.” I frown. I know how big that place is. Miles bankrolled the project.
“It is true.” Luna sighs and grabs another drink. I need a stronger drink—much stronger. Taking her with me through the crowd, not wanting to be alone with the droves of people, I clear a path to the bar.
“Whiskey, the good kind,” I say to the barman. “What would you like?” I ask Luna, and she looks at what they have on the glass shelves.
“Same.” Okay, that was unexpected. “With ice please,” she adds. Luna turns around, leaning her back on the bar so she can take in the room. Her eyes flit from person to person. The place is full of famous stars, rich socialites, and high rollers with money to waste. When I hand Luna her drink, she tosses it back as if it was a tequila shot, not a hundred-dollar whiskey.
The organizers call everyone to take their seats, and I thank God for small mercies when we are put at a table with Vincent and Miles. I know them enough to make small talk, and don’t hate either of them.
“I am sitting next to Stella. This isn’t real life,” Luna whispers. Her excitement is tangible.
I pull the chair out for her, and wait for her to sit down, and take my seat next to her. They serve us appetizers and start with the boring talking. I am not listening to any of it. I am watching Luna, her eyes, her smile. The way the silk of her dress kisses her cleavage, her curves visible through the soft fabric. A visible tease! Thank fucking God for the table or everyone would be able to see what looking at her is doing to me.
My cock strains against my pants, and I sit back in the chair, trying to get comfortable. I wave down a waiter and order us more whiskey—I am not going to get through three courses, speeches and whatever else they plan to bore us with if I don’t consume a decent amount of booze. Crowds of people, and her looking likethat,I might just need them to bring me the bottle.
Luna and Stella are talking. She’s asked Luna about what she does. They seem to hit it off. Luna has this ease about her. She can just talk to anyone, fit in anywhere—a stunning chameleon.
Her laughter is infectious, and when she laughs, everyone joins. I’m completely enamored seeing her like this––feels like I don’t even know her. Luna has been under my nose my whole life. I’m not sure if it’s the drink but I wish she were under me right now. I have never desired to kiss a woman more than I want to kiss Luna right here at the table.
TWELVE
LUNA
I am sitting next to Stella and Spencer, who has had four whiskeys and finally grown a personality. I heard him laugh. An actual real laugh. I didn’t know he knew how to laugh. I’m surprised but not exactly sure what to do with this newfound personality. He is even weirder than normal once he’s got a few drinks in him.
We had a moment in the car. I was flirting with him on purpose. I wanted to see if that flash of something in the room was more. More of what, I have no idea. He touched me and was sexy—Spencer and sexy do not go in one sentence. He’s the most awkward uptight, non-sensual human I've ever met, except when he isn’t, and it’s sexy.
He put his hand on my leg and was even dirty talking when he asked what I had under this dress. But the minute we got inside, he was wound up like a jack-in-the-box about to pop up and scare people any minute. He cannot mingle, and he didn’t know who Stella was. I need to get him out from under that rock. He’s missing the whole damn world.
“We are asking you all to dig deep and donate so we can continue our work,” the overdressed woman on stage says, and Spencer looks at me. He said I could set the budget. “Take out your checkbooks and help us give these babies the homes they deserve.” I think of Athena, and my heart gets heavy. Spencer hands me his phone and I frown.
“I don’t do checks. Make a donation,” he says. “I should get a discount since I somehow ended up with a dog against my wishes.” I chuckle. She honestly loves him more than me.
“We could adopt a friend for her.” I joke, and he looks at me wide-eyed.
“Do not joke, Luna. No, no.” He shakes his head and I smile. Spencer is much nicer when he is drunk. “Transfer as much money as you like, but if I come home to another dog, there will not be enough money in the world to save you.” I look around the table and wonder how much money these three men have between them. What are they writing on those checks? How much is too much or too little—I haven’t done this before! I donate pet food to my local shelter, that’s how I help.
“I don’t know how much?” I sidle up close to whisper in his ear so no one else can hear me. I’d rather not show how little I know about this stuff.
I show him the amount I’ve put in. He smirks and says to me, “Add at least three zeros to that.” He has got to be kidding me. “This clearly is something you feel strongly about and makes you happy.” I volunteer at shelters and protest with PITA. I am passionate about this, but that is a lot of money.
“Are you insane?” I ask him a little too loud.
“I thought we already established that you think I’m crazy, and I think you’re hot as sin but completely mad in the head,” Spencer says softly against my ear, giving me goosebumps. Drunk Spencer is getting bold. I think I like it. “Add the zeros, Luna.” He’s serious Spencer again––all frown and no clown.
I make the ungodly transfer and have never felt so good about spending someone else’s money in my life—there’s zero guilt.
Then, one of the two empty chairs is taken, and a tall slinky blonde sits on Spencer’s left. “Blaire.” He growls, and I can see his body language change. He doesn’t like her at all. “What are you doing here?”
“I saw your name on the guest list and decided we should catch up.” Oh, what a bitch. I wonder if she is an ex, or if she works for him? “Who’s she?” Blaire whoever the fuck she is, looks me up and down like I might have a plague.
“I’m Luna,” I say. “I’d say I have heard everything about you but haven’t,” I sense just how uneasy this woman makes Spencer.
“I didn’t know you were dating anyone.” She ignores me and speaks to Spencer. “How long has this been going on?” She points between us.
“Oh, we live together,” I say, not liking how she is looking at him. It’s jealousy, and I am not even sure why.
