My jaw gaped when one of them kneeled before her lover and buried her face between the other girl’s legs, the woman responded eagerly thrusting her sex forward, her eyelids flicking and her moans rising.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
“Then don’t look,” snapped Tobias.
He navigated us around a couple who were stripping. We were closing in on midnight apparently.
We slipped out a side door.
Music and cheers lessening behind us as we sped down the hallway, me in four-inch heels and trying to keep up with Tobias.
We paused at the fork in the corridor. Three choices lay ahead of us. “You Americans are a bunch of perverts,” I bit out.
He snapped his glare my way. “Excuse me?”
“That’s a den of iniquity.”
He pointed at my shoes. “What’s that beneath your feet?”
I leaned forward to better look down.
“That’s England, Zara. These are your people.”
I fisted my hands and rested them on my hips. “Where is it, then? I want to see it.”
“I hope you’re referring to the painting?” He grinned. “Sure you don’t want to go back and take another peek? Dabble a bit?”
“Quite sure.”
He stepped closer. “I’m leading this mission. Just so we’re clear.”
“I thought it was a brilliant ruse.”
“Except the restrooms for the guests are in the opposite direction of where we need to be.” He shrugged out of his jacket.
“Have you been here before?”
“No.” He rested his jacket around my shoulders.
I breathed in his soft cologne and soaked up the warmth, grateful to cover myself as I tugged it around me.
Tobias pulled out his phone and slid his fingertip along the screen and then stared down, engrossed.
I frowned his way.
“I’m checking the score. Dolphins are winning.” He looked up at me.
“American football? Seriously?”
He looked incredulous. “No, Zara, I’m looking at a map.” He pointed west. “This way.”
“Have you ever taken part in one of those?” My breath stilted as I waited for his answer.
Tobias wrapped his arm around my waist. “I don’t share. Ever.”
“Even your toys?”
“You were referring to my women. So was I,” he said as he started running.