Page 206 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
“What do you mean almost set up? Who’s setting it up?”
James just smiled.
“What are you planning?”
He leaned forward, whispering in my ear. “Sinful things, baby.”
I swallowed hard.
“And if I didn’t have the best night ever planned, I’d take you right here, right now.” He lightly bit down on my earlobe.
God.I take back what I thought earlier– Mason and Bee weren’t the kinkiest couple we knew. We were. But I needed to know what I was walking into. And what kind of setup was he referring to? “We should probably get back. I bet they’ve moved on to the dinner course.”
James groaned. “This is taking forever.”
I climbed off his lap. “We’re halfway through. And Daphne is less particular about desserts.”
“Is she?”
“Mhm. One time when we were out, she took ten minutes ordering dinner. But for dessert she didn’t have any substitutions or anything. She just ordered directly off the menu.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” But that was just one time. I’d seen her eviscerate a dessert menu too. Hopefully this would be more like the former. “Either way, I’m starving.”
James laughed and stood up. “Well, no one’s going to want this now. Might as well make the rest of this afternoon fun.” He pulled out the champagne from the bucket and wiped it off with a napkin.
“Gross.”
“What? It didn’t get inside the bottle.”
“Well, either way, you can’t drink. Because I kinda sorta promised Justin he could ride back with just the guys.”
“Wait, what?”
“And Mason drives too fast and Rob isn’t great at paying attention, so I’d really prefer if you were driving.”
“I’m driving back with you,” he said.
“Unfortunately not. There are a lot of contingencies to Justin planning this last-minute wedding. He’s been very particular.”
“He put driving with us into his contract?”
“Not exactly…we don’t even have a contract.”
James laughed. “So you’ve been negotiating with him just for fun? Because it really seems like he’s committed to this wedding.”
“Yes?”Damn, Justin was tricky.There was no way he was going to pull out of this. He loved a challenge. He’d been playing me. Acting all dramatic and stuff. Although…I don’t think that was acting.
James laughed. “You’re a terrible negotiator.” He grabbed my hand and led us out of the private room. “How about you come get me next time he wants to add a contingency. I’ll take care of it.”
“If you say so. Maybe just give that champagne right to Justin to calm him down.”
“Alcohol does not calm that man down.”
I laughed, but my laughter died in my throat as we reached the window that looked out on the terrace. I watched in horror as Justin stood up, picked up a plate, and threw it on the ground. It shattered into a million little pieces. And then he grabbed two glasses off the table and did the same.
What is he doing?Had he lost his freaking mind? I pushed out the doors and was about to open my mouth when Daphne clapped.
