She flutters her lashes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so careless with your clothes.”
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” I step toward her and revel in the way her eyes dip down my body, snagging on the muscles of my abdomen, still wet from the shower.
She swallows and then looks back up, straightening her spine and tipping up her chin, “Only for you.” She replies sassily, moving past me toward the bathroom.
“Did you have a good day?” I call after her.
She pauses in the bathroom door, looking back at me, “I did, actually. Thank you.”
“What did you do?”
She grins, showing teeth, her whole face lighting up, “I saved your winter ball.”
The door closes with a quiet click, leaving me confused. The coordinators were supposed to be handling the ball.
Leaving the shirts on the bed, I head back into the closet and grab a turtleneck sweater, pairing it with my slacks and a dinner jacket. Not my ideal wear for a council meeting but I have little choice.
When Olivia returns from the shower, she does so in just a towel, her face bare of any makeup, hair pulled into a messy bun atop her head. My movements stop as I stare at her, water droplets still clinging to her skin.
“Oh,” She stops, “You’re still here.”
“This is our bedroom,” I point out.
She pouts, “Dinner date?” She eyes my attire.
“A meeting.”
“Okay well, don’t wait up.” She disappears into the closet, “I’m going out with Willow.”
She returns with a slinky black dress and a pair of strappy silver heels, dumping them on the bed, on top of my shirts.
“Where’s the rest of that dress?” I growl, scowling at the offensive material.
“Don’t worry,” she fingers the fabric, “I can fight. Now get out, I have to get ready.”
Glancing at my watch, I grumble knowing I don’t have time to fight her on this.
“Have Dennis drive you,” I order.
“That’ll be a no.” She says, “but have the night you deserve, Malakai.”
I open my mouth to argue but my cell begins to buzz in my pocket. I pull it out seeing Sebastian calling.
“What?” I snap into the phone.
“Where the fuck are you?” He hisses back, “They’re here already.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” I hang up and look back to my wife who just happens to be slipping on a pair of black panties underneath her towel. She quirks a brow, challenging me to keep watching and find out what’ll happen.
And as much as I’d love to stick around, I can’t.
Fuck.
“What’s the reason for this?” Hank demands the moment I walk into the room.
Ignoring him, I head down the length of the room, pulling out my chair before I grab the whiskey and pour a drink. My grandfather sits stiffly in the chair next to mine, having been filled in on what happened – or at least most of it, he’s just as pissed as I am.
He’s only known Olivia for a short time yet he’s already protective of her, and I’ll always be grateful for that.
