“What a dick,” Troy says, dropping down onto the love seat across from Noah. I take the seat next to him.
The fundraiser tonight isn’t requiring the entire team to be there. Me? Cassie told me that Piper and I have to make an appearance.
To smile and play nice with the reporters that are there. And because they all grew up together, Noah is coming along as well, with Nick meeting us there. He said something about not being able to hang out beforehand.
Whatever that means.
“At least we don’t have to watch him schmooze all thedonors tonight,” I say. “Sometimes I want to punch that look off his face.”
Noah tilts his bottle at that. “Amen to that.”
“Who do you want to punch?” That sweet voice filters into the room and I pop up from my seat, nearly sloshing my beer all over my tux.
And fuck me.
There’s Piper.
Looking sexier than any person has the right to be.
Angie is walking over to Troy, but I don’t spare her a second glance as Piper walks over to me.
“Who do you want to punch?” Piper asks again.
“Doesn’t matter.”
It’s about all I can say because I can’t string together any other coherent thoughts.
Piper is in a form-fitting black dress that flares out at her knees before it touches the ground. Her hair is styled in a fancy contraption that I couldn’t even begin to name. A simple necklace sits on her collarbone, exposed from the strapless dress.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“God, I really need to get a date,” Noah mutters to himself before heading out to the car that we hired for the night.
A smile dances across her face as her brother leaves the room.
It wouldn’t surprise me if my tongue was hanging out of my mouth at this point, because I’m practically drooling over Piper.
The woman that is my girlfriend.
Fake girlfriend, you idiot, I chide myself.
It’s hard to keep any sane thoughts when she looks so fucking stunning.
“You two ready to go?”
“What?”
My eyes shoot up at Troy’s words. He has his arm wrapped around Angie’s shoulders, keeping her by his side. She’s in a red dress that’s shorter in the front and longer in the back.
“Nothing. We need to get going.”
Fucker.
“C’mon.” I hold out my elbow to Piper, whose small hand drops into the crook. “You look beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Piper tells me, brushing a hand across the lapel of my tux.
The slightest touch from her makes me dizzy with need. I shouldn’t be feeling this. Shouldn’t even bethinkingthis. Especially with her brother in attendance tonight. But it’s going to be hard to contain this…whatever it is for Piper.
