“Wear your dress.”
“It’s three a.m. Do you have any idea how long it took me to get into that thing? It’s tight.”
I crawl over her, blanketing her body with my own. “I want to dance with you in that dress.”
“And I want to sleep.” She cocks her head with a smile. Leaning in and kissing my lips. “Compromise.”
I glare at her, already knowing I won’t fight her on it. “Fine. Wear my shirt.”
She slips out from under me, bouncing on the tips of her toes as she bends to pick up my shirt. I watch her as she slides it over her shoulders and starts to button it up.
“Keep looking at me like that, Bossman, and we’ll be dancing in the sheets instead.”
“Maybe we should do that,” I muse, lying with my hands linked behind my head on the pillow. My cock grows harder the more buttons she does up.
She shakes her head. “Nuh-uh, I wannadancewith you.”
My heart swells in my chest. She wants to dance.
“Here.” She throws me my jacket and trousers, then pulls my boxers on.
“You sure you don’t want the jacket, too?” I say sarcastically.
She pulls her long hair up into a bun, then starts towards the door. “Only if it gets cold.” She winks. “Come on, Bossman.”
I take off after her as she slips from the room, still barefoot. I manage to get my jacket on before I reach the door but stumble into my pant leg as I try to catch up to her.
“Shhh! You’ll wake Ellis!” She chuckles, watching me struggle.
Once I have my trousers buttoned, I rush her, grinning wide when she lets out a shrill squeal. Lifting her over my shoulder, I descend the stairs, letting her down when we reach the bottom. Voices carry from the kitchen; I frown as I try to make them out.
I hear Scarlet, and?—
“Mase, come on.” She drags me to the front door.
Nina
My feet pad along the cool paving slabs as I lead the way to the marquee. Mason is right on my heels, his hands reaching for me and roaming my torso. “It’s cold, you can have my jacket.”
“And leave you with a pair of trousers?” She giggles. “No.”
We reach the opening to the marquee, and Mason pullsout a key. I frown as he quickly unlocks the padlock and opens the door.
When did he get the key?
“I’ll find the generator. Wait here.”
He disappears, leaving me standing in the entrance of the moonlit tent. Pulling on his shirt sleeves, I cross to the room and duck down behind the bar, looking for the matches we used earlier in the evening to light the candles.
Ten minutes later, Mason comes back into the marquee, a hard expression on his face as he looks down at his phone then puts it to his ear.
“What’s wrong, who are you calling?”
“Vinny, I can’t get the generator working.”
Lifting his head to look at me, he takes in the room that’s now lit up in a white glow. His face morphs into a smile, and he pockets his phone.
“You were going to call Vinny to come fix the generator at three o’clock in the morning?”
