He glares at me.
“Come on, Brock, there’s nothing here for us.”Pissy Clitpulls on her husband’s arm. “There are far more important people in the room to mingle with than to waste our breath on Phoenix and hislittlewife.”
The fury flooding Phoenix’s gaze is unsettling.
“You’re right, honey,” Brock says. “After all, Ripley sent us here to sniff out new opportunities.”
As in Ripley Madigan?
With a condescending stare, Brock sweeps his beady black eyes over Phoenix’s body. I receive the same disdainful treatment.
“One-upping our unworthy adversary is the name of the game… something we do well.” He flashes his too white teeth. “Let’s go close some deals?—”
“Don’t you mean, con people?” Phoenix sneers.
“You’ve always been a sore loser,” Brock says.
“Rich coming from a guy who uses duplicitous tactics to get his way in life.” Phoenix’s words are sharp as an axe.
Whoa. It’s a veritable minefield between these three.
Without so much as a goodbye, the aggravating couple turns on their heel and melts into the crowd.
It doesn’t take them long to find another prey.
Vultures.
I stare up at Phoenix.
His blue eyes are stone cold, his nostrils flaring like an enraged bull.
I place a hand on his arm. “Do you want to talk about it?”
My question snaps him out of his trance. His eyes meet mine. The storm that was raging in them subsides. For the first time since the Pisier-Litoris duo came onto the scene, a true smile softens his stone cold features.
He leans into me and places a gentle kiss on my temple. “Thanks for having my back, beautiful. You were amazing.”
“We’re a team.”
“Yes, we are.”
“They’re nasty people.”
“You don’t know the half of it. You played them well. I can promise you this…” He pulls me closer to him. “You’re going to get a big fat treat when we get back to our suite, Mrs. König.”
Excitement blooms in my tummy. “What kind of treat?”
“A big fat cock hungry for your pussy.”
Heat gathers at my center, sending a ripple of delicious tingling sensations straight to my nipples and my clit.
Is this gala over yet?
Chapter 26
Phoenix
It wasn’t hard to convince Michaela to ditch the gala. Thank God. Breathing the same air as Brock and Marie-Clémence is hazardous to my goddamn health. The thought of spending any more time under the same roof as those two was nauseating. I might have to tolerate them during the awards, but tonight, I’d rather not be in their presence.
