“Apologize,” I order the dumbfuck who is trapped in my hold. He’s been watching Naomi since he spotted her. He was easy to read, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he got closer to her. He’s undeservedly cocky.
I can’t say I blame him. I’d been taken with her the first time I saw her too. I could have cut him off, but why would I ruin Naomi’s fun?
“I don’t care to repeat myself.” I know his type. The words “I’m sorry” don’t cross his lips unless they are forcefully pulled from him.
It’s a stupid mistake. An apology is easy enough to give, especially if you fucked up. However, men like him believe that apologizing makes them appear weaker, which is why he will not progress any further in life than he already has. Ego is heavy and comes with a high cost.
He’s really starting to piss me off. My attention is on him when it should be elsewhere. I squeeze harder.
“Sorry.”
I release my hold on him, shoving him in the other direction. A few people close by are watching us.
“I would ask if you’re okay, but you had it handled.”
“Then why did you step in?” Naomi’s tone is flat, her face expressionless. I relish in it. It will make it all the sweeter when I can get those expressions from her. I’m not a man who isn’t willing to work for what he wants, and if you want a queen, which she is, you need to act accordingly.
“It gave me an opening to come and introduce myself.”
“You’re Paxton,” Mac says. “Mr. Winks-a-Lot.” Naomi elbows her in the side.
My eyes linger on the choker she has wrapped around her throat. I want to run my tongue along it. I don’t think she knows how erotic she is. She’s a temptation that I could never refuse. It is, after all, why I have led myself on the path to here.
Naomi simply stands there staring at me, tilting her head slightly to the side, making her curls brush against her shoulders. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I was annoyed with seeing her hair down. No, I’m jealous. She always keeps it pulled back and out of her face. I’ve had many fantasies about her hair and pulling it free for myself, her letting me do it.
“Yes.”
Naomi gives a stiff nod before turning to leave. Mac lifts a single brow, her silent question clear. What will be my next move?
I follow after Naomi, answering the unspoken question. My eyes drop to her ass and down her legs, memorizing every detail so that I can relive it later when I stroke my cock.
Naomi might be on the shorter side, but her legs are as beautiful as the rest of her. But what she doesn’t have in heightshe has in natural curves. No matter how hard she trains or works out, she’ll never lose them. Thank fuck for that.
When we make it back to her table, Naomi picks up her empty champagne glass. I grab the bottle to pour her a glass.
“I shouldn’t.” Naomi pulls the glass back. She has had two glasses so far, but that’s not the issue.
“No one tampered with the champagne.”
“Why should I trust you?” I can tell she’s assessing my every move. But also, that she’s curious about me. I want her that way. Her thinking about me in any sense is what I’m aiming for.
“Because you’ll be my wife soon. Why would I cause you harm?”
“I haven’t agreed.”
“You haven’t?” My question silences her, and I know that brilliant, fast-thinking mind of hers is working.
“I had been on the side of yes, but that could change.” As I thought.
“I won’t give you a reason to change it.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.”
I step closer to her, plucking the glass from her hand and filling it.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her when I hand it back.
“It’s the makeup and clothes.”
