Page 19 of His White Moonlight
My humor wasn’t appreciated.
He rubbed his hand down his face, whichIfound pretty funny.
“Don't even try lying to me and say you want to go,” I said.“If Andri is going, that means all the women who were trying to get your attention today will be there.”
His jaw muscles twitched.
“Fine.I’ll help you if you help me,” he said.
I wanted to crow.
“Name your terms and name your price,” I said.
“You keep every female from touching me, and we’ll leave within an hour.”
“Exception being Mom, of course,” I amended.
“You and Mom and Grandma.”
“Grandma’s going to be there?”
He nodded.
“What are the rules?Can I offend people?”
“You will have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”
I made a face and sighed.“Fine.Polite-bitchiness only then.Does the timer start now, in the car, or when we get there?”
“When we get there," he said.
I groaned but agreed and let him lead me out of the office.Most of the people were already gone—the few who remained called out a farewell to Bennett.The elevators were less crowded leaving than they’d been arriving.
However, the garage had a few more people than Bennett would have liked.Five women waited around the car.
"Bet you wish the timer started now,” I said with an innocent smile.
Bennett growled.I laughed and strode forward through the women waiting by the passenger door.
“Sorry, ladies, I called frontsies in perpetuity thirteen years ago.I think the back seat’s open, though.”
Bennett grabbed my upper arm, stopping me from opening my door, and opened it for me.Once I was in and he was outside with everyone else, he said something that had them all glaring at me and walking away.
I didn’t comment on it when he got in and started the car.
“Is there going to be good food there, at least?”I asked as he drove.
“Mom arranged everything.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
He didn't respond.
I glanced at him, wondering why he’d reverted to his usual sulky self.It hadn’t been bad working with him today.He’d answered questions and had acted mostly like a normal person.
Was Mom right?Was his patience that thin because of the women chasing him?
If he were Aiden or Karter, I would have asked if he was dating anyone and how serious the relationship was.But I wasn’t as close to Bennett as I was with them.I’d never played with him growing up—he’d been sent off to school not too long after I’d moved in—and he'd never called me while I was at school like they had.To be fair, I'd never called him either.
