Oh, don’t I know it.A lot of the women in the office talk about him, gushing and carrying on about how handsome he is.
“Did you really see him last week?” she asks as we make our way back to where Arlo stands, waiting for us. Soren is on the stage, accepting an award, but his attention is on me as I walk across the room.
When we reach Arlo, I stop and glance at Soren before leaning toward Cora and whispering, “I did. He threw me over his shoulder and told me to stop stalking him.” My admission comes with a mischievous smile.
Soren’s eyes narrow at my expression, but he finishes his acceptance speech before he walks off the stage and heads directly to where we’re standing.
“Congratulations, Soren,” Cora says as he stops at my side. I cross my arms over my chest so he can’t grab my hands. Just as he turns toward me, Miranda joins us.
Really, this bitch is trying way too hard.
“That was an amazing speech, Soren,” she coos.
“How did it start again?” I ask, and her eyes narrow into tiny slits as she glares at me.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” she asks, as if I’m not important enough for her to listen to.
“How did my speech start?” Soren asks, and Miranda’s cheeks redden, as she places her hands on her chest again.
“Oh, you know…” She waves it off.
“No, I don’t,” he says, brow raised.
“She didn’t hear a thing you said because she was in the bathroom telling her friend how you only fuck models and that my ass is too big for your liking,” I happily share.
Someone coughs in the awkward silence that follows my words, but I don’t care.
Soren’s intimidating gray gaze lands on me.
I don’t care if what Miranda said is true.
Hell, I don’t care if I’m embarrassing him right now.
He shouldneverhave brought me here to begin with, especially dressed the way I am.
Asshole.
“Do you think I don’t like your ass?” he asks me.
I’m a little surprised he would ask me that, but I raise a perfect brow at him and reply, “No, you love it.” I smile, but his mouth remains in a tightly pressed line as he turns back to Miranda.
“I think it’s best you don’t talk about me or Cressida again. You have no idea who I fuck, as I don’t share those details. Please leave.” Her eyes go wide at his dismissal.
“You heard him. Bye.” My sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed as I wave a hand at her, and Soren takes the opportunity to grab it and wrap his hand around mine.
Miranda notes the action, then raises her nose and storms off.
When it’s just the four of us again, I growl, “Stop grabbing my hand.” I try to tug free, but he won’t let go.
“I’m trying to keep my stalker close at all times,” he says with a straight face, but there’s a hint of amusement shining in his eyes.
“It was lovely to see you again, Cora. You too, Arlo,” I say, then I turn to Soren. “How about that interview now?”
“Who said I agreed to do that tonight?”
“You saidon one condition,” I argue.
“Oh, no, you are sorely mistaken. I never saidwhenI would grant you the interview.” He turns to Arlo and Cora and says, “It’s time I get Hurricane home.”
