THEO:
Give me an excuse to come to you.
Definitely no.
THEO:
What about ON you?
He was fucking insane. Was he really asking if he could come on me surrounded by an entire room of people? He was in public, for fuck’s sake. Every person had a camera phone, and yet here he was,sexting me.
It was kind of hot, actually.
King would never have been so obvious, so public in his desire. But as I dared a look in Theo’s direction, that ballsy fucker was licking his lips like he wanted to lick my dick.
Stop texting me. You’re supposed to be paying attention, acting like you’re thrilled about your family’s involvement in the movie. Ties to America. Diplomatic relations and all that.
THEO:
Me on my knees for the former US president’s son promotes healthy diplomatic relations, don’t you think?
Christhe was persistent. The fact that his words also made my dick hard was something I was choosing to ignore at this very moment, though, because really? Here, of all places?
I’m not answering you anymore. FOCUS.
THEO:
Why? Are your hands too busy?
Hello? Shep?
Make an excuse for me to leave or I will.
I’m serious. You’re not gonna like what I do.
Okay, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I watched as Theo pocketed his phone, arched a brow at me, and then dangled the wine glass between his fingertips dangerously.
No, he wouldn’t. He wouldnotmake a scene in front of all these people.
But as he lifted his glass to his lips and I watched the wine tip too far to the side, I was beginning to realize there wasn’t much Theo wouldn’t do to get what he wanted.
And right now, he wanted me.
19
THEO
PEOPLE OFTEN CALLED me impulsive, accused me of acting without thinking. But as the red wine soaked through my pristine white shirt to dampen my skin, I knewexactlywhat I was doing.
I’d been on my best behavior for close to four hours now, and that was about three hours and fifty minutes too long. Something my sexy shadow apparently disagreed with, since he wouldn’t assist in my escape plan.
But that was okay—I didn’t need Shep to tell me how to make an exit. I’d been scheming and plotting vanishing acts since I was made to attend royal functions at the tender age of learning how to walk. Disappearing from a packed theatre would be a breeze, and to prove it, I was going to do it in the most outrageous way possible.
“Theo, your shirt,” Amaya said as she took the now-empty glass from me. I reached for the damp material and began to pull it from my pants.
“I know,” I joked. “And I’m usually sogoodat swallowing.”
