“Please, tell me I get to peel this dress off you tonight.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I smile as he moves me around the room.
“Fish, that hand has dropped,” Pierre calls out, which makes us laugh.
“Poor Fish.”
“He’s dying, but it’s fun to watch.” Emmett chuckles as we dance around the ballroom.
We walk back to the table.
Pierre is grinning. "See? Cap's a gentleman. He kept his hands in respectable places.”
“It wasn’t me moving my hands,” Fish argues.
“Sure as hell wasn’t me,” Collette adds with a giggle.
“Oh, come on, you kept moving my hand,” Fish states.
“You wish.” She grins.
“Respect the sisters, Fish,” Felix adds.
“I do. I would never touch her,” Fish explains.
“Wow. Thanks,” Collette says, acting offended.
“That’s not what I meant. You’re hot. What I mean is …”
“What did you just say?” Pierre glares at Fish.
“Fuck. Nothing.”
“I think he said I was hot.” Collette grins.
“I didn’t mean it,” Fish says, shaking his head.
“Oh, sorry, now I’m ugly.” Collette continues to tease.
“Fuck. Come on, Lettie. Tell your brothers you’re joking,” Fish pleads with her.
“I’m just teasing, guys. I was the one grabbing his ass.” She smirks, sending a wink Fish’s way.
“Fuck.” He groans, scrubbing his face.
“Don’t touch my fucking sister,” Pierre warns, pointing at Fish.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“What happens if I want him to touch me?” Collette smirks, pushing Pierre’s buttons.
“Seriously? Him?” Pierre looks at her. “Gee, I thought if you wanted anyone in this team, it would be Cap.”
I still. Collette’s eyes widen.
“Ew. He’s too old. No offence,” Collette tells Emmett.
“None taken,” he says.
