“You should do it more often.”
She leans into me. “Maybe I will.”
We sit there, catching our breath, the energy between us still buzzing. Then I notice someone across the room. Phone out. Pointed our direction. Someone recognized me.
I lean closer to Tania, lowering my voice. “Someone’s watching. Smile.”
She straightens slightly. I slide my arm around her shoulders and pull her in.
My mouth is near her ear. “We’re supposed to look like a couple,” I whisper. “Let’s give them something to see.”
I’m already moving to kiss her on the cheek. But at the same time, she turns her head to respond to what I said. Our mouths meet. It’s brief and accidental.
We both freeze.
Her fingers come up, brushing her lips, and her eyes are wide. Then she leans in and kisses me. For real this time.
Her hand slides into my hair, and I pull her closer, my other hand finding her waist. She tastes like whatever fruity drink she ordered, and I forget about the person watching. Forget about the bar. Forget about everything except her mouth on mine.
When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
She grins. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Ben.”
I laugh, grateful and guilty all at once. “You’re trouble.”
“You like it.”
“Yeah.” I stand, offering my hand. “I really do. You ready to get out of here?”
She nods.
I settle the bill, and we head outside. The cold hits us immediately, which is refreshing after the heat of the crowded bar.
The car is waiting at the curb, and she slides in first. I follow, and she sits close, her hand finding mine in the space between us.
She doesn’t let go of my hand during the drive home, and my brain won’t stop spinning. I just kissed Ben’s sister. I should regret it. I don’t.
Inside the penthouse, the lights are dimmed. Silas and Callum are either asleep or in their rooms. We stand there for a moment, neither of us moving toward the hallway.
Tania tips her face up. “Goodnight, Evan.”
“Goodnight, Wifey.”
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. Soft. Brief. When I pull back, her eyes are still closed. They open slowly, and she smiles.
Then she turns and heads down the hallway without another word.
CHAPTER 9
Tania
The dress Silas had made for me fits perfectly.
I smooth the fabric over my hips and check my reflection one more time. Navy silk, high neck, open back. It’s perfect for the gala we’re attending at the museum where I intern.
There are footsteps in the hallway. The guys must be ready to go.
I cap my lipstick as Silas appears in the doorway.
