“Oh, I didn’t know you were having lunch with Grant today.” I glare at Blair. She failed to tell me my sister would be with her.
Blair blushes and bites her lower lip. She knows she’s guilty but doesn’t look bothered by the omission one bit.
“It was amazing, Wy… He asked me so many questions, and he listened to everything I was telling him. It was surprising, really.” She says this as if he’s the only one who’s ever really listened to her before. I sneak a look at Blair and tilt my head in question. She just shrugs like it’s no big deal.
But then my sister drops the news about the invite to his end-of-summer party. That is a big deal. It’s one of the most exclusive parties in entertainment.
“Wow, sis, that’s amazing.” I reach out for a hug while trying to casually see if Blair is going. “He invited both of you?”
“I’m sure I was only invited because it would’ve been rude to only invite your sister in front of me,” she says as she laughs at the idea of the invite.
“You’ve never been before?” I ask Blair.
“No. Never.”
Dread sets in. He must be trying to make his move on Blair, then. I know they are close. They both claim to be only friends, but they also seem to go to a lot of premiere events together, too. Now he’s inviting her into his inner circle. He wants her closer to him. I can’t compete with that. I need more time with her. I need to remind her of how good we are together. Or how good we could be. And I need him to fuck off and flirt with someone else. Blair is off limits.
“I have an invite for you, too,” I blurt out. “Join me as my plus-one for Jake’s wedding.” It’s so out of context that I’m immediately mortified and want to retract the invite. Sophia looks back and forth between us with a look of confusion and surprise, but to her credit, she quickly adapts to the abrupt change of topic.
“You absolutely should. Then I wouldn’t have to sit on the groom’s side alone,” she says, and I silently thank her for trying to save me before I backtrack a bit.
“I mean, you might have plans. It’s ok if you do.”
Now Sophia is looking at me like I’ve grown two heads, and I’m kicking myself for how impulsive I am whenever I’m around Blair.
“Do I know Jake?” she asks with a confused frown.
“He’s my best friend. Roommate from college. I’m the best man. The reason you’d be sitting with Sophia.” I shove my hands in my pocket to stop myself from fidgeting.
“And when is this wedding?”
“Yeah, sorry. It’s July 4. Out in Santa Monica. Lauren, Jake’s bride-to-be, wanted the fireworks to serve as the background for the event.”
Sophia’s phone rings, saving me from this completely mortifying invitation gone wrong.
“I’ve got to take this, but let me know if you decide to go to the wedding. I’m not kidding when I say I’d love to have a familiar face to sit with,” Sophia says before she disappears.
Blair nods and tells her she’s got to get back to the office and will catch up with her soon. I follow her to the door, and when she tries to open it, I stand close behind her and raise my hand to shut it.
“What are you doing?” She turns to face me, and I cage her in by placing my other hand on the door. Her chest rises as her breath gets faster.
“Were you trying to make me jealous when you left out the detail about my sister joining you for lunch?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her gaze dips to my mouth, and I know she wants to kiss me again.
As my body brushes hers, her breasts press into my chest, and when I lean in to whisper in her left ear, she angles her head to give me more access.
“I think you do.” I press into her more. I want her to feel what she’s doing to me. She tilts her hips into me as a breath of air escapes from her lips. I’m not sure she realizes that she’s reacting to me. I pull down my right hand and trace my fingers down her jawline and then her neck and across her collarbone. The breath that escapes her is filled with excitement and anticipation. My fingertips graze the swell of her breasts.
“Why did you invite me to your friend’s wedding?”
“I figured you’d like spending more time with Sophia.” I’m lying, and she knows it, too.
“I thought you wanted to keep things professional.”
Fuck. I knew that was going to haunt me.
“Truth?”
