“You should go prepare for that,” I urged.
“I’ve been prepared since our limo pulled through that iron gate.”
“Just like the good boy scout you are.” I held up the champagne flute I’d grabbed from the passing waiter.
The expression on Aaron’s face told me he saw the personal shot for what it was.Good.
“I, for one, can’t wait to hear it,” I stated. “But if you all will excuse me, I’ve got to take a leak.”
“Son, must you use that type of language?” my mother tutted.
“Excuse me, where are my manners? I need to use the restroom.” I placed another kiss on my mother’s cheek, nodded at my father, and turned to make my way to the bathrooms in one of the guest houses farther down on the property. I needed space, and I needed to find the only other person I wanted to occupy my time while I was at this shindig. I’d grown up attending events like this one, but it never was something I looked forward to going. The pomp and circumstance were never my thing.
I entered one of the darkened guest houses, which was unlocked, and made a beeline for the bathroom. Having spent plenty of time in every nook and cranny of this property when I was a child, I didn’t even need to turn on the lights to see where I was going. Finally relieving myself, I washed my hands and then made a plan to head out to the front of the main house where I last saw Michelle. If I couldn’t find her, I’d look for the woman, Nancy, who I was pretty sure was her boss, to ask. I was already making up some bullshit story in my head to tell Nancy about why I was looking for Michelle, when I saw a figure walking along the pier toward the lake out back. It hadn’t even registered in my mind, before my feet were moving in the direction of her.
“Hello, sugar.” I held my laughter when she started, turning to me, holding her hand over her chest.
“Carter!” she stated, breathless from her surprise. And at that moment, all I could envision was her calling out my name, breathless as she was impaled on my cock.
“I finally found you.”
Her honey brown eyes widened. “You were looking for me?”
All my life.“I told you to save me a dance.”
Her eyes fell to my proffered hand.
“Dance with me.” The sounds of the harpist that had been hired for this event were distant but could be heard.
“I’m working.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Working?”
“Y-yes.” She looked around, avoiding my eyes.
“Down here?”
“I needed to check on the guest houses.”
“Bullshit.”
She gave me a shocked look.
I stepped closer, giving her no space at all. “We don’t use the guest houses for events. They’re off limits during the galas. You weren’t working down here.”
I paused and watched as her face fell.
“I’m betting you were taking a few minutes of quiet time to yourself. Now, I can pretend I saw nothing, or I can go up to the main house, find your boss, and inform her that you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. How do you think that will play out?”
A thrill shot through me when a spark of anger flared in her eyes, lines forming in her forehead. “You wouldn’t.”
“I sure the hell would.”
“One dance.”
“One is all I need.” I hadn’t finished my statement before I was pulling her into my arms, bringing us to together. I didn’t miss the short sigh she let out from our bodies’ contact. I lowered my head to hover above her neck and inhaled deeply. She smelled sweet, intoxicatingly so.
“You blackmailed me,” she murmured, resting her head against my chest.
