No. She’s mine.
“And then I said,” one of the Svensson brothers drawled, leaning too close to her face, “it’s not my fault you can’t cook. I’m not dressing up as a wolf and fucking you to make you feel better!”
“Oh my god!” Amy let out a peal of laughter.
“Last time I pick up a girl at Comic-Con,” he said, shaking his head.
“But I go to Comic-Con,” Amy replied.
“Maybe I’ll have to dress up as the big bad wolf if you go as Little Red Riding Hood.”
“She’s not dressing up as anything,” I said loudly.
The Svensson brothers glared at me.
“Mind your manners. I’m sure Greg will be very displeased to hear you blabbing about your failed conquests at a high-society party.”
“High society!” Amy snorted. “This is Harrogate. Ida just told me a crazy story about how this guy she met online stole all her dirty underwear and was selling them on eBay for fifty bucks a pop.”
The Svenssons made gagging noises.
“Don’t knock it, boys.” Amy winked. “That might be my new side hustle.”
They seemed way too interested in that potential entrepreneurial endeavor.
“Off my terrace,” I barked at them.
Amy stared up at me, eyes dancing under her wide-brimmed straw hat decorated with flowers the same shade of pink as her dress. It had a sweetheart neckline, and the cut of the dress emphasized the curves of her tits.
“Sorry I gave you a little excitement earlier,” Amy said in that breathy voice. “Alfie came running in a panic, trying to get the horse out of the house.”
“He has no manners,” I said. “Just like the Svensson brothers. They’re all feral. It’s because they have no parents. I’m trying not to let Alfie turn out like them,” I said, “though it’s going to be a trial.”
“What? You don’t want him to be a good-looking, bad-boy billionaire like the Svenssons?” Amy teased.
I glowered. “They aren’t that good-looking, and with all that blond hair and fair skin, they burn in the sun. You can’t take them anywhere.”
Amy let out a peal of laughter and wrapped an arm around my waist. It was just for a second. But it was enough to send a jolt of electricity up to my brain.
“Don’t worry,” Amy cooed. “I prefer the tall, dark, and handsome types myself.”
And that sent a jolt straight to my dick.
19
Amy
“Icannot believe you flashed a client,” Ivy said, shaking her head.
“It was an emergency!” I protested from my spot on the couch.
Elsie was trying out a new recipe for cheese puffs stuffed with grilled pork, broiled mushrooms, and other tasty fillings. I had eaten my weight in cheese puffs that morning.
“She didn’t even put on a bra,” Elsie added in dismay.
“Sebastian didn’t have a shirt on,” I reminded them.
“And we love him for it,” Sophie said, clasping her hands together. “Grace, did you take any pictures?”
