Maybe he was into me.
God!
Now what did I do with that?
Not that I would have, but I still didn’t get the chance to ask Temperance.
She patted her leg, and again unlike any feline behavior I’d ever seen, Soot reappeared from wherever Soot was exploring, and he pranced at her side as she walked out.
This was when I saw she had a little train at the end of her gown, and her back was completely bare.
When I heard the door of the bedroom close, I whispered, “Damn, that woman is the shit.”
Then I grabbed my compact, my lip liner, my lippie and took one last look at my hair before I took another moment to pull my courage together.
And I got up to follow her.
I found the drawer in the vanity was littered with tubes of lipstick and mascara, lip liners, compacts, dress tape, tampons, panty liners and anything else a lady might need for touchups or emergencies.
Once I made my deposit, I hit the plum parlor.
The women were in the seating area, Prue and Chassie on one couch, Tempie and Courtney on another, Chelsea in a chair.
The men were huddled at the drinks cabinet, including Fitzgibbons.
Bartholomew lifted his head when I arrived. He was lying between the other two chairs.
In fact, everyone looked at me when I arrived, Chelsea’s expression shifting to one like she’d sucked hard at a lemon, and oh yeah.
My dress was better than hers.
But it was Battle whose gaze raked the length of me, his face got lazy in a way that made the gusset of my panties need to get busy, so of course, I shot him a dirty look.
He smiled.
My gusset got busier.
Okay.
Shit.
Maybe the Duke of Burleigh was into me.
“Miss Vivienne, drink?” Fitzgibbons called.
I came prepared.
“White Russian.”
That would get him.
No one kept cream in their drinks cabinet.
“Coming right up,” Fitzgibbons said with a twinkle in his eye, turning to his task.
“That’s rather sweet for a predinner drink, isn’t it?” Chelsea asked.
“Vivienne enjoys challenging Fitzy’s bartending skills,” Battle answered for me, doing so sharing the heretofore unknown knowledge that he was on to me. “What she doesn’t know is that Fitzy was a bartender in a club in London for five years.”
