I press my lips to her ear.
“I know intimately how much you like to watch, Angel. We can explore all of your fantasies down there.” I kiss her temple and then stride to the door with her hand in mine. “But for tonight, we’re in the penthouse.”
Her eyes are bright, and her lips are parted as she stares up at me.
She doesn’t hate the idea of a private tour.
I move that up on my to-do list.
Not bothering to knock, I rest my palm on the security plate and then push inside. Jack won’t be joining us. He and Spider are currently working on a project together.
In fact, he should be checking in with me soon.
We find everyone else in the kitchen, hovering around the island, taking bites of what looks like bruschetta.
“Hey!” Scarlett wraps her arm around Natasha’s shoulders and gives her a squeeze. “You lookfab. LA was fun?”
“It was great,” Natasha confirms and smiles up at me. “How are you guys? What did I miss while I was gone?”
“Well, one of the guests got a little handsy the other night, and when Luke saw the dude with his hand on my ass, he took him downstairs and cut it off.”
Natasha chokes on the sip of wine I just handed her and then stares at Luke, who’s smiling smugly.
“Good job,” I say to him, and he nods at me.
“You cut offhis hand?” Natasha demands.
“There’s a strict no-touching-Scarlett policy,” Luke says with a shrug.
“Like, at the club in general, or is that aLukerule?” Natasha asks.
“Both.” He pops an olive in his mouth. “Fucker’s lucky that his hand’s the only thing he lost.”
She frowns up at me. “Would you?—”
“He’d no longer be breathing, Angel.” I kiss her temple, and Lulu sighs as she wipes her hands on a towel.
“You two are adorable,” she says with a smile.
I’ve never been referred to asadorablea day in my life.
Rome checks his phone, and then looks up at us.
“Guys, I need you to join me downstairs.” He kisses his wife’s temple. “We’ll be back before dinner’s ready, Firefly.”
Natasha goes very still before her face turns up to me. She’s suddenly fucking pale. “You’re going to the club?”
I hate the uncertainty in her voice.
I smile down at her and then lean in to rest my lips near her ear. “No, baby. I’ll never set foot in there without you again. You don’t need to worry about that.”
When I pull back to see her face, she doesn’t look convinced.
“If you’re not going to the club, where are you going?”
The room has grown silent, but I only have eyes for my Angel.
“Do you really want to know what this is, Natasha? I won’t lie to you, but?—”
