“Getting your fill, are you?” Delilah teases while she heads back over to the table.
“You have no idea.” I don’t hide the mischief in my tone. I’ll get more than my fill of her tonight, and I’ll guarantee she’ll be screaming my name at least ten more times this evening.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
DELILAH
After all of my hard work, the night is finally here.
That’s what I love about these charity events. Sure, they’re a lot of work, but in the end, it’s always worth it.
Now the last thing I have to prepare is myself. I already have my dress picked out. A short black cocktail number that plunges low in the front. This was chosen long before I knew Keenan would be the one escorting me.
I’m sitting at my vanity, ready to start on my hair, when my phone rings. Cassie’s been calling me all day with little reminders and notes for the event.
“Hello,” I answer without looking at the caller ID since I know exactly who it’s going to be.
“Are you getting ready?” she asks.
“Yes, but did you need something?”
“No. I just wanted to make sure you don’t need help.”
“Help dressing?” I snort. “No, Cassie. I’ve been successfully dressing for many years now. I don’t need any help.” I pull the towel off my head, put my phone on speaker, and begin brushing through it.
The nice thing about my hair is that while it’s long, it dries very quickly.
“Okay,” she says with a giggle. “I just want you to be taken care of and I know a certain someone is your date tonight.”
At the mention of Keenan, my stomach tightens. Memories from our night together flood my mind, and I don’t need that right now. I need to focus. That doesn’t prevent me from picturing his hands on me or his mouth trailing . . .
No. I need to focus.
Having sex with Keenan isn’t something that will leave my mind any time soon. In fact, it’s taking all of my mental energy not to replay every moment. He’d been precisely what I needed at the time I needed it.
But what now? Are we together? We haven’t talked about it. We agreed we’d give this a go, but things are moving so fast now.
“I’ll meet you there, Cassie. You’re arriving—”
“I’m on my way now. I’ll let the caterers in and make sure everything is getting started. The place looks great.”
She and I had done a walk-through after it was all arranged just to make sure the flow was good and that we had everything we needed.
“Goodbye,” I sing into the phone, which only gets her laughing again.
I love the girl and couldn’t do this without her, but right now, I don’t need the distraction.
Back to my hair.
After a quick blow dry, I bend some curly waves into the strands. I’m wearing it down tonight because, with the dress, an updo would make me feel too exposed. My hair will be my shield or at least make me feel more protected.
I take a lot of time with my makeup. Since I never wear a lot of the stuff, preferring the natural look, I wouldn’t start tonight. Still, I want it to be perfect in a way I never thought about before.
Then it hits me.
It’s Keenan. He’s the reason I want things just so. That I’m taking so much time on my face as if he hasn’t seen it completely washed clean yet still seems to like it.
The makeup is just another layer of shielding, I supposed, but for him, I’m paying more attention to making my eyes pop or my lips pouty.
