Page 90 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
I snort. “Yeah, I’m nervous.” Looking at his hand on my shoulder, I continue, “Maybe don’t touch me. I’ve been fighting a boner since I saw you on the red carpet, and I don’t want to terrorize all of the fancy people.”
He gives me a nod and an understanding smile. “Message received. It’s hard to keep my hands to myself.”
I let out a big breath. “You have no idea.”
Smiling, he dips his head, cheeks coloring. “Sorry, not sorry.” He looks across the room, up-nodding someone. “If I leave you to your own devices, would that be easier or harder?”
I shrug. “I’m a big boy. Go schmooze. I’ll flit about the room like a social butterfly.”
“Of all the things in the world I can picture you being, social or butterfly-like in any capacity aren’t anywhere near the first hundred responses.”
“You wound me, sir.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Rand says, laughing as he pushes me into the crowd.
