He squeezes me a little tighter. “It’s just a charity fight. But I’m glad you made it,” he replies.
“Olly, this is so much more thana little charity fight,as you called it. There’s paparazzi out there,” I say, pointing over my shoulder.
He laughs. “Good. The more exposure we get, the better.”
Taking me by my shoulders, he recedes a step to appraise me. “Damn, you look stunning,” he says.
I couldn’t hide my blush even if I wanted to. “And you look hot,” I reply, trying to sound sultry, but my voice cracks, making me sound like an idiot instead.
“Oh, do I now?”
I nod. He keeps his eyes fixed on me as his lips meet mine. A moan escapes my throat. “Please tell me you’re coming home with me tonight?” His tongue sweeps down my neck towards my cleavage.
“I might be able to,” I reply, trying not to sound utterly enamoured by him.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he says, eyes dark with desire. He presses into me.
“Oh, is that so?”
He’s about to reply, but a knock at the door interrupts us.
Henry pokes his head around. “Ready to escort your lady back to her table.”
Olly nods, giving me a warm smile. Leaning down to my ear, he whispers, “It’s a promise. Don’t you dare leave without me.” He kisses just below my ear. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body.
He gives me a chaste kiss, then walks me to the door. I turn before crossing the threshold, going up on tip toes. “Good luck,” I say and kiss him one last time before I take Henry’s arm and return to my table.
A few minutes later, Henry is at the table next to us, Meghan on the other side. She continues to try and gain his attention, but he’s doing everything in his power to ignore her, and the more he does, the more it seems to rile her up.
He drags his chair over and positions himself next to me, not leaving much room between us, but I don’t feel uncomfortable.
“You don’t mind if I join you guys, do you?” he asks.
Everyone says it’s okay. Charlie knows him from the gym, and everyone is just at ease by his presence as am I.
He begins to regale me with past charity fights and the line-up for tonight when a shadow falls over us. “Henry,” says a timid voice.
His shoulders tense, and for a second, I think he may ignore her, but he turns his face towards her. “Meghan,” he responds.
She looks gorgeous in her floor-length dress, the slit up to her thigh. Her legs go on for days.
“Can we talk?” she asks, quickly looking around at our table, everyone now quiet since her approach.
“Not now, no. I’m talking to Rachel,” he replies.
I suddenly feel awful for her, and I’m about to say it’s not a problem, but she replies, “Oh, okay, sorry, maybe later?”
He nods once and turns his attention back to me. But she’s still standing there, squeezing the life out of her clutch.
“I love your dress; you look stunning,” I say.
Her eyes go wide at my compliment, and she looks down at herself. “Oh, thank you. You look lovely, too,” she says. “Well, I’ll catch you later—enjoy the fights.”
“You too,” I say as she turns in the direction of the toilets.
Henry’s gaze follows her until she disappears behind the door. His shoulders relax a fraction. “I would have given you a minute,” I say.
He shakes his head. “No, honestly, it’s fine. You were doing me a favour.”
