“You can dance.”I smile, unable to look away.
“Sebastian,” Emily sighs.“Just because I’m not wealthy doesn’t mean I’m some uneducated pleb who has no etiquette.”
“Okay, Penelope Featherington.Settle down.I just meant you dance well.”
Emily gasps.“You knowBridgerton?”
I spin her around and catch her before moving us around the floor.“This is New York City.It was plastered everywhere for months.”
Emily grins, and her cheeks burn red.
My cock thickens.
“Did you know your cheeks blush like that when you orgasm?”I tease into her ear.
“Sebastian.”She glances away, but I see how happy that made her.
“It’s the same pink as your pussy.”
“Stop.”She plants her face into my chest, and I’m starting to understand what Khalid meant.
If someone hurt this woman, I would fucking kill them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
TERRI
A few hours earlier
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Aprinted sheet isthrust in front of my face while I sit typing at my desk.Startled, I snap my head up to find Brandon and Victor glaring at me.They’re wearing designer tuxedos about to head to the gala.
“Care to explain this?”Brandon demands.
I pale, confused.
