Before we knew it, we were back at my apartment getting ready for dinner. To be precise, we were getting ready to meet McKenna for cocktails. I was able to get ready quickly and had on my favorite black chinos, a black button-up, and a gray blazer. It was the outfit I wore when I brokered some of my biggest deals, and I wore it like a suit of armor. I was certainly going to need it.
My head was buried in my phone as I was sipping on a scotch when a throat cleared. I looked up, and all coherent thought left my brain. Speaking of magazines, she looked like she stepped off the pages of one. Absolute perfection. I appreciated Audra always, but it was evident how much she put into looking like this for this evening. I tripped over the chair leg as I tried to move towards her, spilling some of my drink on the floor.
“I have never seen someone more beautiful than you,” I said as I spun her once then I pulled her into me. “Audra, did you have that custom-made?” Her hair was up in some kind of fancy bun on the nape of her neck, leaving her shoulders and collarbone exposed. I must have unlocked some kind of new kink because I was hot for it. The fabric hugged her chest perfectly and gave me a little glimpse of cleavage while it crisscrossed across her ribs and waist. Then it fell halfway down her thigh. It was everything. Elegant. Sexy. Beautiful. I’d had access to every gala in this town years ago, and no one I ever saw lit me up like she did right now. Holy shit.
“I got it at that new boutique in town,” she managed to get out before I took her lips in a fervent kiss, not caring that I was smudging her lipstick all over the two of us.
“Please buy one in every color,” I said against her lips as I pulled slightly away.
She giggled against mine, and that sound traveled into my mouth and straight down to my heart. I wanted to bottle that sound up to replay at will.
“You look fantastic too, Van. And we match again tonight too!” She shimmied her shoulders and pulled me over to the oversized mirror in the living room so we could look at ourselves. We looked like someone had styled our outfits to complement each other.
“We look good, don’t we?” She looked at me in the reflection as she said it.
Putting my arm around her, I rubbed my thumb over her silky skin. “We look better than good, Chaos. We look pretty fucking perfect.”
With my draped arm, I tipped her chin up to me to kiss her again. I had to put a leash on it, or we would never leave. And as much as I was dreading it on the whole, I didn’t want to let my sister down. Miles was waiting for us at a more discreet door at the back of the building.
When we settled in to the car, I pulled her hand into my lap and laced our fingers together, “I want you to know there will be photographers at the restaurant. Seeing as my parents tipped them off about me being here in the first place, they will have undoubtedly told them about our dinner tonight, including the reason we are celebrating. Even though we are getting there early, these people have nothing better to do with their lives. Just prepare yourself.”
Just prepare yourself.
That was the motto I was walking into this with as well. And my preparation had nothing to do with getting my photo taken.