“Like what? And did you personally work with him, or was it like a ‘have your people call my people’ thing?”
I gave her a small smile. “I’m afraid I can’t be sharing that with anyone. The details of our dealings are confidential.”
“You mean you don’t tellanyoneabout anything you do?”
“Not all of our work is confidential but, aye, many of our clients hold non-disclosure agreements.”
“Does that mean you can’t even tell me something tiny?” She batted her eyes at me, the grin she wore telling me she was at least half-joking.
“I’m afraid not.” I breathed a silent sigh of relief as I spotted Liam coming our way. “But I can introduce you to him.”
“Alec!” His teeth flashed white against his dark skin. “I’m glad you could make it.”
We shook hands, Liam’s grip as strong as ever. “Liam, I’d like you to meet Keli Miller. Keli, meet Liam Barclay.”
“I am such a huge fan,” Keli gushed. “I mean, I voted for you every round onDaredevil Island. I knew you were going to win the first time I saw you. And I subscribe to your YouTube channel too. My roommate and I watch it all the time.”
“Thank you,” Liam said, giving Keli a winning smile. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my brother just arrived.”
“Hisbrother?!” Keli managed a stage whisper as Liam headed off. “Is it Sean or Ian?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered without looking. “I’ve never met either of them.”
“Oh.” She sounded disappointed, but only for a few seconds because she spotted someone else she recognized. “Is that Kinsley?”
“I don’t know who that is.” I gave Keli a smile to let her know I wasn’t annoyed at her enthusiasm. It was simply my lack of knowledge in these particular circles.
“We have to meet her.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me off after a petite woman with purple hair.
I had a feeling this was going to be the longest night of the year.
* * *
Two hoursof noise and the press of bodies were more than enough to remind me why I generally stayed away from any parties that weren’t either family or necessary for business. As Keli dragged me from one celebrity to the next, I also remembered why I didn’t bring dates to anything work-related. She wasn’t being rude or crossing any lines, but she clearly thrived in this sort of environment. I did not.
“Thank you so much for bringing me,” Keli said as we finally took a break from mingling. “I mean, you said a New Year’s Eve party, and I was thinking it’d be like loud music and drunk people grinding on each other. I never in a million years would’ve thought up something like this.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” The sentiment itself was true, but I could honestly say that I had no desire to ever do this again. Granted, the view from up here was amazing, but even that didn’t make up for the crowd.
“It’s almost midnight,” she said. A mischievous glint came into her eyes. “I have an idea. Come on.”
She took my hand and pulled me after her. It wasn’t until I spotted the restroom sign that I realized what she was doing. My dick gave an interested twitch. Perhaps the year would end with a bang, as they say.
The family bathroom was empty, and since no one here had any children with them, I felt no guilt over following Keli inside and locking the door behind me. A hint of exhibitionism was one thing. Having a client or one of his friends walk in on me having sex in the bathroom was something completely different.
By the time I turned back toward her, Keli was sitting on the sink counter, twirling a pair of black panties on her finger and giving me a sultry smile.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her face toward me. My mouth crashed into hers, and my free hand grabbed her underwear and pocketed them. Her tongue tangled with mine, and she tugged my shirt out of my pants. The muscles in my stomach tightened as she ran her hands over me. I squeezed her breast over her dress, and her nipple hardened.
“Condom?” she asked before lightly biting my jaw.
I closed my eyes. “Shite.” I hadn’t put a new one in my wallet yet.
She bit her bottom lip. “That’s okay. There are other ways to get off.”
Her mouth was back on mine as she took my hand and slid it under her skirt. She moaned as I lightly stroked the back of my fingers across her smooth skin. She’d waxed recently.
I didn’t know when she’d undone my pants, but suddenly her fingers were curling around my semi-hard cock. I cursed, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and worrying at it. The angle I had was awkward, but I managed to slide a finger into her. I matched her rhythm, pushing inside when her hand moved up my shaft, pulling back when she went down.
