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Wilson groans, taking the plate, but he winks at me on his way out of the kitchen. I love that Henry’s friends fuck with him. Sometimes he’s a little too serious for his own good, and he makes it too easy for them.
Henry pushes the sleeves of his sweater up, and I take a drink of my wine.Down, girl. They’re just forearms.
“So how was your day?” he asks, and I know he’s being sweet, but my day is kind of the last thing I want to talk about.
“I’d rather hear about yours if that’s okay? Is there something I can help you with?” I ask, setting the glass down to help him.
“I’m wining and dining you. I want you to relax, so just sit pretty with your wine,” Henry says, sending a warm smile in my direction.Goodness, I still can’t believe he smiles at me like that.“My day was good. My hamstring was a little tight so Veronica, my favorite of our trainers, tried to make me scream when she used the massage gun on it. I’m not sure whether I hate ice baths or the massage gun more.”
“Definitely the massage gun.” I shake my head, still vividly remembering how it hurt more than it helped.
“You’re probably right about that.”
“This smells amazing. Thank you for making dinner,” I say, my mouth watering as Henry carries our plates to the kitchen table. I follow with the glasses and the wine as he pulls my chair out for me.“Henry.”
His bright eyes focus on me and I can see the golden tinge around the irises. “What? Let me be a good boyfriend and push in your chair.”
I slide into the seat, allowing him to push it in, but I twist my head to look up at him. “Thank you.”
“You deserve everything,mon cœur.” Henry leans down to press his mouth briefly against mine, before pulling away. He is the only person who can take a bad day and turn it into one worth remembering.
I want everything, but only if it’s with him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Mirabelle
I TOUCH UP my mascara carefully in the mirror as I call Emily so she can see the finished ensemble.
Her dark eyes widen immediately upon answering. “Goddamn, you lookgood. I knew that dress was perfect for you. Where are you off to?” she asks, knowing full well where I’m headed, especially since she sent me the dress.
“A gala,” I answer, giggling as I swish the sequined fringes and crystal embellishments.I love this dress.Emily knows me perfectly; she’s like my fairy godmother.
“Oh, and where is your prince?” Emily teases with a knowing smile. Things have been going so well with Henry.
“Finishing getting ready himself.” It’s either that, or he’s waiting downstairs with Andrew and Wilson. Andrew’s flight arrived an hour ago for the gala since he’s also on the board of tonight’s charity. Henry and Andrew founded the nonprofit as a way to give back to the community, but until this season, Andrew was its face. After he was traded and Stacey found out Henry was the co-founder, rather than just a supporter as he wanted everyone to believe, she recommended the charity as the focus for the team’s annual gala.
Andrew has to fly out early tomorrow, but he said he isn’t going to miss it.
Emily grins, her dark eyes crinkling at the corners. “I wish you could film his reaction when he sees you, because if he doesn’t consider dragging you into his room to skip the gala, I will have failed.”
My cheeks flush, but secretly, I hope she’s right. I want to have sex with him. I want to experience that level of intimacy with him.
“We’re not skipping, but don’t expect to hear from me afterward.” I wink at her.
“Get it, girl. Make sure you tell the paparazzi just where you got your dress from.”
I swish my hips, watching the tassels dance. “Of course. Bye bestie.” I blow her a kiss as I hang up.
After slipping into a pair of Louboutin pumps, I tuck my phone into my clutch before stepping in front of the mirror again.I look fucking incredible.I smooth my palms down my dress before gathering some of the skirt in one hand to step out of my room, walking confidently down the stairs in my deathtrap heels.
Henry, Wilson, and Andrew are in the middle of a conversation, all dressed to the nines. Wilson is wearing a charcoal grey tuxedo that complements his dark skin, while Andrew is donned in navy that brings out the blue in his eyes. As attractive as they look, my eyes are only on Henry as his jaw unhinges slightly, taking me in.
Don’t trip.
Whatever you do, don’t trip.
I breathe a sigh of relief once I reach the bottom of the stairs, smiling brightly at them. “Are we ready to go?”
