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If I thought she looked stunning at the gala, she looks fuckingunrealnow. She’s draped in a skintight silky cobalt blue dress with a slit up one thigh, her bare leg peeking out. Matching strappy heels give her a boost in height, but I have no doubt she’d still have to tip her head back to look up at me.
Fuck.
I need to see her in that dress.
I need to see heroutof that dress.
Nick: Miss Morgan, you’ve outdone yourself. You look breathtaking. Where are you heading, all dolled up like that?
The thought of other men seeing her like this, wanting her, has me seeing red. No one should think they have a chance with her. They shouldn’t be able to lay eyes on her without the knowledge that she’smine.
Anger courses through me as I clench my free hand and stand to my feet. I have to get ahold of myself. Regardless of the situation, I can’t let myself lose control. Making my way to the small liquor bar stashed in my desk, I pour a whiskey and throw it back in one go.
It’s not like me to get upset over a woman like this, and I don’t like it.
Riley: My friend said it’s called The Echelon. They’re holding a charity event or something; she got tickets from a friend who couldn’t make it. Have you ever been?
My simmering rage at the thought of anyone else looking at her shifts to interest as a slow grin spreads across my face.
Sweet little Riley, walking right into the lion’s den with this one.
Nick: I have. My friend owns the place. I take it this is your first time going?
God, Thomas is going to be insufferably pleased when I show up tonight.
It may not be my smartest idea, but itisa masked event, just like most of the shindigs at The Echelon, so it’s not like there’s much chance of Riley recognizing me. I’ve already managed to hide behind two masks without her noticing; a third can’t be that difficult.
Riley: Haha, yeah. Taylor said it’s super exclusive but that they open it up a little for events like this. Is it nice?
My lips twitch in amusement as I think through how I often spend my time there.
Niceisn’t exactly the word I’d use.
I’d rather show her than tell her, though.
Nick: It certainly has its charms.
I can’t help being a bit annoyed that she’d go to a place like that without me, but she obviously doesn’t know the full extent of what The Echelon is. Thomas doesn’t often advertise the back rooms when he’s hosting an event like this, and Riley clearly isn’t one for the nightlife. Her friend might be aware, might even beplanning to encourage Riley to have a little fun tonight, but I can handle that.
After all, I know where Riley is going now, and I already have a table set aside with my name on it. Getting my hands on her will be easier than ever.
And I’ve been growing steadily more impatient the longer we’ve been texting, anyway.
Riley: Are you going to be there tonight? Since your friend owns it and all, lol
God, she’s so cute when she’s nervous.
I can’t wait to fuck every last thought out of that pretty little head.
Nick: I already made my donation, so I was planning on spending the night in, but if you’re good, you might just see me.
Without waiting for a response from her, I swipe back to my texts with Thomas.
Nick: I’ll be there. Keep Riley Morgan’s ticket aside for the auction and make sure she’s selected, and put the entry fee for her and her friend on my tab.
A slew of question marks answer me, followed by rapid-fire demands for more information. I chuckle at his obvious excitement and bewilderment, but there’s no reason to keep Riley a secret anymore.
By the end of tonight, she’ll be mine, through and through.
