“I like it when your dick doesn’t behave,” she grins cheekily.
“I knew I would corrupt you,” I groan, rubbing a hand over my face. “I’ve created a monster—a very tempting, seductive monster who needs to put away those fuck me eyes before I do something stupid and ruin the good thing I have going with your dad right now.”
“Okay,” she giggles, “I’ll put them away…for now. But only because I’m excited to wear this dress tonight and don’t want it destroyed. It took forever for me to get ready, and my makeup is too flawless for you to mess it up in a matter of minutes.”
“Seconds…it would take seconds for me to ruin your dress and your makeup. You can time me later,” I grin. “Right now, let’s get you a drink before our ride gets here.”
“Ride?” She asks, following me to the bar.
“Didn’t I tell you?” I ask, feigning surprise.
“Tell me what?”
“Well, everyone will be drinking, and I thought it would be fun if we all rode together, so I rented a limo,” I shrug, looking at my watch. “It should be picking up your brothers one by one right now.”
“A limo?” She grins. “I’ve never been in a limo before.”
“Truthfully, me neither,” I laugh. “I usually just Uber to these things…alone. I guess we both get a first tonight.” We arrive at the bar, and I pour her a glass of chilled Prosecco and hand it to her.
“This is going to be so fun!” She beams, kissing me soundly on the lips before walking over to her parents on the sectional.
I smile at her excitement as I pour myself a neat bourbon. Even though this ball is for a good cause and to raise money for The Grace Foundation, I’ve always dreaded having to go to these events.
Public speaking and walking around kissing everyone’s ass that could be an important donor is not something I enjoy doing, but it’s not about me—it’s about the kids.
So once a year, I put on this tuxedo, invite my rich teammates and some heavy spenders in the area who have more money than they know what to do with, and do my best to raise as much as I can for the kids who need it.
I’ve got a team that runs the foundation and puts this all together, so I guess I shouldn’t be complaining that all I have to do is show up.
Besides, tonight might actually be fun this year. I take a sip of my drink and watch Savi laugh at something her dad says. Having her by my side all night is going to make this a whole hell of a lot more bearable.
Or unbearable…depending on how you look at it, as I watch her slender throat move as she swallows a sip of her sparkling wine. Her bracelet flashes in the light, and I have a strong urge to kiss the underside of her wrist again.
Why the fuck am I getting turned on so much by a wrist?
My phone dings on the bar, and I see that the driver has arrived. This will be my first time seeing her other brothers since Miles broke the news to them. I have no clue what to expect when I see them, but I’m hoping the bourbon and champagne I had stocked in the limo will be a good start to getting on their good side.
Downing the rest of my drink, I walk over to the sofa to where Savi is showing her mom the bracelet.
“Limo is here. Everyone ready?” I hold out my hand to Savi and help her up off the couch.
“We are so ready,” she says excitedly, squeezing my hand.
Locking the door behind me, we head to the black limo parked on the street. Savi peeks her head in, and the girls immediately start gushing over how good everyone looks as we all pile in.
Once we are settled, and the driver pulls away, it’s Travis who is the first to look me dead in the eye and get my attention.
“So, you want to date our sister.” He leans back and puts his arm around his wife, Sophia, who side-eyes him, placing a hand on his thigh, undoubtedly to try to calm him. “Not sure going behind our backs was the right way to do it.”
“Travis, you are not about to ruin this evening. It was my choice to keep it from you all until we had time to process. And clearly, it was the right choice,” Savi says, looking at him sternly. She’s obviously not intimidated by his six-foot-four frame and stormy grey eyes that are still focused on me.
“Not ruining the evening, Sav, just want to see where his head is at.”
Savi starts to go at him, and I place my hand on her thigh to stop her words.
“It’s okay, sunshine,” I murmur. “He’s just looking out for you, and I respect that.”
I glance at Miles, and he’s clearly enjoying himself as he watches all three of his brothers stare me down. I’m not going to lie, having all four of the Montgomery brothers in a small space with all pairs of eyes on you at once would intimidate even the strongest of men.
