Page 129 of Tangled Like Us
Not a bodyguard.
Jane shakes her head. “No, I’d rather you stay here,” she says and leans closer into me. “This place gives me the chills. My dad does business here sometimes, and growing up, when he’d come home after, he was always a little different.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Her gaze sinks into me. “My dad says he has manyfacesand the one he puts on for this place is the coldest of them all.”
Christ.
It reminds me.
This is her first time here, too.
“We’re not staying long,” I tell her. Talk to her grandmother. Get out. That’s the op. No straying.
“Yes,” she agrees. “No longer than we need to. And if my tardy grandmother would so kindly show up, we could move this along even quicker.”
I slide the sleeve of my sports coat back and check my watch. Who the fuck is late to their own apology tour? It’s horseshit.
Jane’s knees start to bounce.
Fuck.
I make the call. “Five minutes and we’re leaving.”
Relief lowers her shoulder. “Oui.”
She rests her palm on the inside of my thigh and scoots even nearer.
Soft chatter from guests drowns our own conversations. Each member of the club looks like they could be from the same Yale Secret Society.
I do a fine job at blending. I’ve been in even fancier black tie events for work.
Servers walk around the room, carrying silver trays with flutes of champagne. Jane motions for one. The server bends down for her to take a glass.
She doesn’t reach. “Can we get two beers?”
He blinks. “This is Dom Pérignon.”
“I’m aware,” she says. “But I’m more of a beer drinker. Two pints of Guinness perhaps?”
The server nods and leaves quickly.
Jane knows my favorite beer. That simple fact sends blood rushing south. I return my hand to her thigh. Like a fucking magnet. She shifts to look at me head-on, and my palm slides a little higher up her baby-blue dress pants. I stop before it becomes inappropriate.
“Guinness,” I say first.
She smiles. “The best kind of kisses.”
Fuck.My free hand rises to the back of her head, prepared to remind her what those kind of kisses feel like. I’d do more if we weren’t in public. She’d be on the table. Legs open. Ready for my tongue. Then my cock.
I tell her, “Also the best kind of sex.”
Flush runs up her neck and shallow breath leaves her lips. “Have we had Guinness sex yet?”
I shake my head.
“We should rectify that. Most surely,” she says and pats my chest like she doesn’t know where else to put her hands. Her eyes drop to my crotch. I think she wants to put them there. She’s sexy as all hell and right now, I get to call her my girlfriend.Fakegirlfriend, but still, it’s a good feeling.
I open my mouth to reply, but movement on my four catches my eye.
We both look up as her cousin approaches, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. A strict code violation for the club, but Sullivan Meadows was able to skate on by.
