“Do you want to go down and find out? Maybe we can cut it off before it escalates.”
He laughed and tugged her closer to his side, then leaned down to give her another peck on the lips. There was no limit, he made sure of it.
He’d get in as many as he wanted and it didn’t seem as if she was opposed.
“Oh, Natalie. This isn’t your job. My father will do what he wants. If we try to stop it, it will not only escalate, but suck us into the vortex with it. The best we can hope for is Nick’s wedding isn’t ruined.”
If Nick had his wedding in a restaurant or anywhere other than this small group witnessing his father acting like an ass, it might not have come to this.
But Eric Crest would feel more powerful on his home turf.
“Then are we hiding up here until it’s time?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think you’re baiting me.”
“No. Just asking a question. We are in a room with a door shut that only your grandmother is aware is occupied. That’s close to the definition of hiding.”
He tapped her on the nose. “Now you’re being cute. I like it.”
“You say you like every side of me.”
“I do. Do you know how many women would be thrilled with that arrangement?”
She dropped her head against his chest, then popped it back up. “I’m not every woman.”
“You might have been with that little move.”
“Just testing it out. It came naturally. I think we are good for our show.”
He sighed. He didn’t want to put on a show.
He wanted it to be the real thing.
That would take time.
Good thing he had a lot of it.
His bedroom door opened again and this time his father slipped in with a giggling woman, then had her back against the wall, his mouth on hers. The white silk dress that he’d gotten a brief glimpse of looked more like bedroom wear.
“Eric, hurry. We don’t want anyone to know we are here.”
“Too late,” Arik said drily.
His father spun around. Natalie stiffened in his arms. Yeah, she was right. It was disgusting.
Brandiwasa bimbo.
Everything on her was fake from her blonde extensions, red pointy nails, and tits he’d bet his father paid for.
“Arik,” his father said. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“Clearly,” he said.
“This is Brandi.” His father walked forward. “And who are you?”
“Natalie Bond, meet Eric Crest. Eric with an E.”
She laughed. “Got it. It’s nice to meet you both.”
