He shrugged, looking totally unfazed. “Good. The man’s a dick.”
“You have such a way with words, Reed.”
“What can I say, you got me. I have a way, with my tongue, too,” he chuckled with a suggestive wink.
“My father won’t be happy either,” I huffed, scanning the room for Daddy.
“You’re wrong. He already knows I’m here.”
I didn’t have time to question his comment about my dad.
“Do you want to go to the bathroom and make out?” he whispered.
“Reed,” I cautioned, waving to Mr. and Mrs. Parker, who had just entered the ballroom with a forced smile. One that was probably way too wide for my face.
Reed grinned, amused by my sudden ‘game face,’ and then looked up and down my body with a wolfish expression. “What do you expect. You look so hot in that dress,” he muttered with a sexy moan, forcing me to take another glance around to check nobody noticed. Luckily, the Parkers had been ambushed by my aunt. She could talk the hind legs off a donkey, and so there was no way they were coming to speak to me any time soon.
“We’refriends, remember?” I pointed out, exasperated. The humorous, fun, flirty side of Reed had always been hard to ignore.
He gave me a goofy look. “Surely friends can tell each other if they look nice?”
“Of course, they can, minus the sex noise.”
Reed placed his hand flat on his chest and pretended to look offended that I would suggest he would do something so inappropriate at my wedding rehearsal. “I did not make a sex noise.”
“You so did.”
Mrs. Margerson, the nosy old bat from the council, flashed us a nosy look, clearly having heard the word sex. She quickly turned away as Reed lowered his head, so we were nose to nose. “Well, you’d know exactly what I sound like during sex, Teacup.” He even dared to wink at the councilwoman. I closed my eyes briefly in despair due to the image he’d painted in my brain: hot, sweaty bodies and Reed’s grunts of pleasure as his body dominated mine.
“I bet you’re wet for me right now, Teacup?”
My eyes shot open. I was at a loss for words. Something that rarely happened.
“You're incorrigible,” I huffed as he spun me around so our positions were reversed. Mrs. Margerson omitted a loud tut as she trotted off.
“You have no idea,” Reed whispered, stepping further into my space and caging me against the wall.
His smile could have been seen as charming, but I knew that look. He was goading me on purpose.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on? What you’ve all been planning?”
“Who says we’re planning something?”
“I wasn’t born yesterday. Why did you want me to keep Jasper away from his office that day? Did you break in?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m here.”
“You said you’re here for me,” I countered.
“I am. I’m also here on business. And you are my business.”
“And that’s why you’ve brought your PA?”
Reed rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at me, taking in the skin that was showing above the neckline of my dress. As his eyes moved back to mine, he replied. “Yes, Lisa is here on duty.”
“Really, doing what?” I asked.
“Helping me deliver a message.” He was so calm and collected, but that tell-tale muscle still ticked in his jaw. Glancing behind Reed, I saw Lisa talking to my mother and wondered where my father was.
