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“There will be plenty of drink. People get grabby when they’re inebriated,” he replied, his eyes darkening.
“And you don’t want anyone’s hands on me?”
“Of course not. You’re mine. No one should touch you but me,” he said possessively.
“Possessive asshole,” I muttered, slipping on my shoes with a smirk.
Oliver grinned, unfazed by my comment. He enjoyed it when I called him possessive because it was true. Shaking my head, I grabbed my clutch and walked out of the bedroom.
He followed closely, helping me into my long black wool coat. He texted Vlad, and a few minutes later, we were downstairs in the limo on our way to Wilmer’s. As Vlad pulled into traffic, Oliver reached over and stroked my cheek with his knuckles.
“Last chance to stay home,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting.
“No way. I didn’t get my hair and nails done just to sit at home all evening,” I replied firmly.
“Things you didn’t need. I like your hair down and your nails were fine,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“Says the man who gets his nails manicured every week. They were not fine. I needed it done. My cuticles were a mess,” I countered, laughing.
“You’re getting used to my lifestyle,” he observed, a hint of pride in his voice.
“But I’ll never forget my modest upbringing,” I reminded him gently.
“I had a modest upbringing too,” he said, his tone turning serious.
“Your family was better off than mine. Anders makes a great salary, but not as much as my father,” I pointed out.
“Well, you upgraded,” he teased, leaning in to kiss my lips.
I pulled back, making him scowl. “What the hell was that?”
“I just did my gloss,” I said with a playful grin.
“Shut up, Ryleigh,” he growled, his hand circling the back of my neck as he gently pulled me to his mouth.
His tongue teased mine, and after two minutes, I was rethinking the party. My core started to flood, and I was sure my nude La Perla lace panties were sodden. He broke away, leaving me breathless. I reached up to wipe the gloss from his sexy lips, feeling my heart race.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Let’s go,” I whispered, still tingling from his kiss. “You really know how to get a girl going.”
“If we had more time, you would be naked right now.”
I shivered at the thought of Oliver taking me here in the limo. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it was exciting to have sex with the only thing separating us from Vlad and the world was a thin piece of glass. No one knew what was going on in our little compartment.
“No. We have plenty of time for that.”
Oliver grumbled and moved a few inches away while I retrieved a mirror and lip gloss from my clutch. He fiddled with his phone, checking a few emails and when I was finished, I grabbed for his hand.
“I hope you’ll enjoy tonight,” he said.
“I’m excited.”
The truth was, I was a big ball of anxiety. I hadn’t met many of Oliver’s friends except for Wilmer, Dax, and Ivan. They were kind and accepting, but I was sure there would be fewer of their type and more of Lara Harvin’s type at this party. I wasn’t stupid—I could read what was said on social media. Women could be petty and catty. I was sure I would encounter more of what I got from Lara.
“They’ll love you. What’s not to love?” Oliver reassured, sensing my unease.
We arrived twenty minutes later and took our place behind a line of sleek, black limos. This party was clearly drawing the city’s elite, which didn’t surprise me. Wilmer was quite wealthy—not as much as Oliver, but he did well for himself and had a trust fund besides. I couldn’t help but wonder why he hosted the party at his home rather than a high-end venue.
