Graham holds my door open for me and offers me a hand as I try to climb into the limo as gracefully as possible without flashing anyone.
“Guess I don’t get you all to myself,” Graham whispers into my hair as the limo drives off. “Maybe I’ll have to sneak into your house and steal you out of your bed tonight.”
“I was hoping you’d just kidnap me during the couples shower.”
“Funny. I was hoping you’d kidnap me,” he whispers wryly.
“Oh shoot, did we interrupt the baby trapping?” my brother jokes.
Colette swats my brother. “I was just joking about that. I’m sure Graham and Dani are having fun. Graham’s not actually serious. Don’t billionaires your age usually want to play the field for another decade? Dani’s too old to wait on you. You want lots of children, don’t you, Dani?”
Graham stares right at Colette, his green eyes going eerily cold, though maybe it’s just the lighting.
“Don’t worry. I intend to get your friend pregnant. And soon. Why else would I take her?” He turns to stare at my mouth. “How many children do you want me to give you, Dani? As many as I can?”
“Does this limo come with drinks?” My brother tugs nervously at his collar.
Wordlessly, Graham opens a bottle of champagne.
“Alcohol, thank God. To the happy bride and groom!” I chirp, then I down my champagne and let Graham pour me another.
Mom is wrong. I definitely should have eaten.
I had half a glass of champagne in the limo, and I’m trashed.
I half slump against him. He’s nice and solid, and for once in my life, I have a man where I can just touch his chest whenever I want—run my fingers along the underside of his jaw, up to that divot under his ear where his hairline is clean and sharp.
The intrusive thoughts win, and I smooch his face. His nose scrunches up, but he smiles.
Colette looks annoyed, I guess. I down the rest of my champagne.
My brother is texting someone on his phone. I kick him. He rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to Colette.
I’m mesmerized by Graham’s hands—how strong his wrist is under that starched white cuff with the cuff link, the way his watch frames his hand.
“Hey, we match!” I giggle and turn.
He pulls my hair aside so he can run his hands down my back, sending the diamonds clinking.
I drape the arm holding another glass of champagne around his shoulders and kiss his neck.
“I hope your kidnapping kit includes a big fat knife,” I whisper, my teeth grazing his ear. “Because otherwise, you won’t be able to come on my tits.”
“What?” He frowns.
The car turns, and I tip over on him, sprawling in his lap.
“Wow… I really”—I hiccup—“should have had some cheese.”
“We’re here,” Colette snaps, flinging the door open.
“…Yeah.” My brother’s on the phone with one of his groomsmen. “I mean, who doesn’t like snowboarding? I’m cool with Colorado for the trip. I don’t know why he’s complaining. My grandma’s gonna pay anyway.”
Jeremy slouches behind Colette into the venue.
Graham helps me take off my coat for the coat check.
Claire and Ryan are already in the Yacht Bar.
