Page 50 of His Little Secret in Discretion
I rolled my eyes—again. At this rate, they were bound to roll right out of my skull.
“And let you go into a billionaire lion’s den without your emotional support sugar baby? Never.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt a shiver of pleasure run down my spine as he rested his hands on my hips. Thestorm of negative thoughts that had been threatening to creep in vanished the second I pulled him closer.God, why did he have to smell so good?
For a split second, I was tempted to push him onto the bed and ride off into the sunset with nothing but a saddle and a lasso.Pillow princess my ass.
He grinned against my neck, voice filled with heat and need. “Keep looking at me like that, Sunshine, and we’ll both miss this meeting.”
I pretended to consider it once again. “Come to think of it, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes glinting with utter mischief. “You’d really let me risk an international scandal with a bunch of pompous assholes just to sit on my face?”
“Blaine.”
“Say the word, I’ll cancel everything,” he pleaded.
I shoved at his chest, laughing as he finally stepped back with a groan like it physically pained him to let me go.
“This dress is one to be ogled, Mr. Porter, per your words. If we’re going to hustle this, let's do it right.”
Stepping out of the bathroom, I giggled, glancing over my shoulder to see his pained expression as his eyes remained locked on my ass. And by the time he got over his horny teenage boy moment, we were on our way to the elevator.
Ten minutes later, we slipped past the velvet ropes and into the kind of room that made my stomach tighten for reasons I couldn’t explain.
Warm gold lighting. Velvet booths. Low, expensive laughter mixed with a heavy dose of cigar smoke. Not to mention the lingering stares from both the men and women as we entered.This dress sure does catch attention. I’ll give that to Blaine.Or rather, it’smein the dress that is drawing in more than just a few gazes.
Blaine’s hand never left my lower back. That was also gaining us a lot of attention.Hopefully not enough for the image to be relayed back to Killian…
He walked like he owned the place, and quite honestly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he did. His hand on my lower back was the only thing grounding me. I loved a good dose of attention, but this was practically suffocating me.
“Smile, Sunshine,” he murmured near my ear. “You’re about to steal the show.”
I tried.
But that gnawing feeling returned. Only stronger this time.
As we neared the back, I saw the businessmen.
Already seated. Already drinking. All smiles made of wealthy transactions.
“Porter always did have good taste,” one of them muttered, raising his glass as he looked me up and down.
Instead of rolling my eyes, I laughed politely despite the revulsion, like I was supposed to when satisfying the egos of men like them.My bartending days preparing me to face rich, self-loving, pompous billionaires as a sugar baby was definitely not on my bingo card.
“Gentlemen, always a pleasure.” Blaine chuckled, his hand squeezing my waist as we sat on the supple leather cushions.
He didn’t bother to hide the way his arm stayed wrapped around me, fingers gently tapping against my hip mindlessly.
Eventually, after a few more compliments, the conversation turned away from me. Markets. Valuations. I tuned it out forthe most part, letting Blaine work and focusing on how his hand around my waist slowly found its way to my thigh, caressing me like it was second nature, almost nothing to him—but it was slowly becoming everything to me.
That gut-gnawing feeling never really went away, but ignoring it got easier as the night passed and my nerves began to settle.
I took a slow breath.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe tonight really would be simple. Just drinks, deals, and Blaine showing off—
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic’s a bitch in this part of town.”
