“Just because you didn’t invite me, it doesn’t mean I’m not invited.”
Wait, that makes sense, right?
“That isexactlywhat it means,” he growls. “You’remyAcolyte, andIdidn’t invite you.”
“Well, that was a jerk thing to do,” I say snippily. “And like youjust said, I’m your Acolyte. I’m stillinall of this, and I haven’t said my safe?—”
“I should punish you for walking into this place wearingthatdress,” he hisses. “Not to mention your sad attempt to make me jealous by flirting with my friend.”
I roll my eyes dramatically. “Oh myGod, get over yourself. A, I can wear whatever I want. B, I wasn’tflirtingwith Carson, Jesus. C, control issues much?”
Part of me is aware howinsaneit is to be talking to him like this. But that part seems to be quite comfortable sitting in the passenger seat and letting the other part drive.
Vaughn’s jaw clenches. “Are you done?”
“Nope!” I smile at him, rolling my hips and trying not to moan at the amazing sensations rippling over my skin as my bare thighs rub against the cushions.
I eye him accusatively and stab a finger at him. “You wanna give me shit for coming to a party? How aboutyou, sneaking into my room at night to undress me and touch me andcomeon me while I sleep?” My finger jabs again. “Pervert.”
Vaughn’s eyes burn into me. “Are you drunk?”
I sigh dramatically. “No. I only had one.” I lift the almost empty champagne flute, the remnants of the little mineral thingy sitting inert at the bottom of it. “I mean, Idoget drunk easily,” I giggle, shrugging and then gasping when the movement pulls the top of my dress across my nipples. “But I’m notdrunk?—”
“You’re high.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay,Dad,” I snicker. “I’mnot. I never take drugs?—”
“It’s not an accusation,” he growls, taking the champagne flute from my hand and glaring at it. “It’s a fact. You drank this?”
I squirm again, grinding my ass on the couch and gasping as the pleasure sparks over every inch of my skin. “Mmm-hmm,” I moan. “Justonnnne, though?—”
“You’re on strong Ecstasy.”
“Wait…what?” I blurt.
I gasp as he quickly stands, grabs my hands, and hauls me to my feet. “You’re high as a fucking kite, and you’re coming with me,” he growls.
I groan, my face scrunching up as I pull my wrists from his grasp. “Wait wait wait,” I mumble. “I don’t take drugs…”
“Well, you just did,” he mutters. “And now you’re coming with me.”
I snort out a silly laugh as I find myself sinking against his chest. My cheek feels electric as I rub it against his suit jacket, and my fingertips tingle as I slide my hands up and down his rock-hard abdomen.
“I’mnooooot,” I giggle. “I’m stayingriiiight heeeeree—HEY!”
My entire body jolts as Vaughn grabs me by the waist, lifts me effortlessly, and drapes me face-down over his shoulder.
“Time to go,princess.”
21
EVELINA
Partof me knows I should be mortified, being carried out of the party over his shoulder like a sack of laundry. But that part of me is buried under the overwhelming,achinglyerotic feel of his shoulder grinding against my middle.
Of his firm hands on my body, the sheer electricity of the pressure sending sparks over my skin.
Even the blood rushing to my head as I lie sprawled over his shoulder feelssofreaking good. My thighs squeeze and rub together as he carries me into the elevator and hits one of the buttons.
