“I’ll never say no to that. Do you think someone lives here?” I can’t tell if it’s unfinished or meant to look raw. All I know is the space is triple the size of any house I’ve seen in the city.
I might not run in the elite circles, but I’ve seen my fair share of wealthy places. We were often asked to schmooze with potential donors at their parties when we weren’t performing.
“I think it’s a work in progress. I overheard someone saying it’s two townhouses opened up to be one big house eventually.”
God, who needs this much space?
The lights lower, and the music increases as men on stilts walk out, bending down to pass out canapés.
“I’m going to use the bathroom. Do you want to come?”
“I’ll wait here or by that bar.” I nod toward the corner.
It’s the perfect opportunity to be a creepy stalker by myself.
Heads turn as Becks walks away. They always do. She has the curves every woman wishes for, even if her silver Grecian-style dress is flowy and leaves something to the imagination, they’re still staring.
Curious, I glance at Matteo to see if he’s looking, and sure enough, he’s tracking her every move. When their eyes catch, she falters and grins. He smiles back and ducks his head shyly.
Oh.
Oooh.
He likes her.
Feeling like I’m looking at a private moment, I glance back to who I really care about.
Harrison.
While Matteo focuses on Becks, Harrison talks to three other men who look vaguely familiar. It’s hard to tell with their masks on.
Maybe they’re from the restaurant or my internet stalking. What I can tell from here is they all stand tall and hold a dominant presence about them.
And if they look this good with their masks on, I’d say there is a good chance they’re pretty freaking hot, too.
Maybe they’re his brothers like Beck mentioned, yet I only remember them listing one in my—embarrassed to say—many, many searches of him, which typically ended with me slamming my laptop closed. I didn’t particularly like the feeling I got from seeing every model and beautiful socialite hanging off his arm.
Tonight, however, I see no one by his side.
I take another sip of my champagne and swish the bubbles in my mouth for a quick jolt, reminding myself this is real life.
Him here tonight, in the flesh, feels like a dream. Similar to the ones I’ve had all week, causing me to repeatedly question what could have been after our last meeting.
Adrenaline courses through my body as I think of all the scenarios that could play out right now. I promised myself if we ever meet again, I would at least have the courage to introduce myself.
As much as I would love to take a risk and walk up to him, it’s just not going to happen. Even the new Jules doesn’t have big enough balls for that.
He must feel the burning intensity of my eyes on him because he finally turns, and through his mask, his blue eyes catch mine from across the room, triggering my body, tingling head to toe in excitement.
Does he remember?
On instinct, my mouth quirks up on one side in a slight, impish grin. Harrison’s head tilts, looking at me with uncertainty. Then I watch his eyes drop the length of my body, clenching his jaw before turning to continue talking.
Huh?
He looks aggravated.
He rolls his neck, and my eyes track down his body to where he’s gripping his drink so hard I’m afraid the glass might break at any moment.
