Page 36 of Filthy Commitments
“Sebastien and I need a ride. Seems we missed ours. Do you mind, terribly if we go to the reception with you two?”
He cut his eyes at me, and I saw raw anger in them. Then he unlocked the door and took my hand, pulling me to the seat across from the one we were seated on.
They got in, both smiling away. “Thanks, man.” Sebastien nodded at Jett then looked at me. “Well, don’t you look as pretty as a picture. Save a dance for me, Asia.”
My stomach knotted as Jett squeezed my hand. “Oh, she will. Madison, you save one for me too.”
“For sure!” She nearly bounced off the fucking seat with joy.
I reached behind me to knock on the window, and our driver put it down. “Yes?”
“Can we make a quick stop at a drug store on the way, please. I have an awful headache, and need to run in to buy something to get rid of it?”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Simmons.” He rolled the window back up, and I smiled like nothing was bothering me at all.
There was something bothering me. But soon she’d be stuck in the bathroom. Her big-ass dress, making things even harder for her.
Poor Madison Greenberg was about to find out what happens when you keep stepping on my toes!
