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“I don’t know if I can commit to that,” I said. “Being around my family is usually the opposite of fun.”
“You’ve been handling them pretty well,” she said, shrugging. “Just thought I’d point that out.”
“Because you’re the pointer-outer of things,” I said.
“That’s right.”
I laughed in spite of myself. I wasn’t sure how I’d gone from berating myself about her to suddenly asking her to wear something sexy and pouring her wine, but it was like I could suddenly hear the clock ticking. She was only mine through next Friday. This was all I was going to get.
“I’m sorry about before,” I said, “after I picked you up. I can get a little moody sometimes.”
She shrugged, forgiving me easily. “Well, I’m sorry I said your mother needed a bitch slap,” she said.
“She does need a bitch slap,” I said. “You might have to show me how to give her one.”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
I put on my nicest dark suit, which was saying something. Audrey put on a co**cktail dress with a plunging neckline. It was black, and it was very sexy.
I sucked in my breath, hard, when I saw her.
She was wearing black high heels, and her hair was loose and glossy around her shoulders. Her bre**asts looked fantastic—perfectly round and alert, like only a twenty-two-year-old’s can. Or Jennifer Lopez’s.
“Is this approved?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, completely monosyllabic.
My co**ck twitched just looking at her.
“You look dashing, as usual,” she said and linked her arm through mine.
Kai averted his eyes when we came outside so I knew that it wasn’t just me—Audrey really was stunning. I felt stupidly proud then that she was with me, that no one else could have her.
I didn’t let myself examine the irony of that particular train of thought.
Audrey
Ministry was insanely beautiful. There were lush flowers and candles everywhere. We sat on reclaimed church pews at the table. Evie’s cousins and their besuited husbands sat on my left; James sat on my right, protecting me from his parents. He’d said hello to them but otherwise wasn’t speaking, concentrating instead on his food and on me.
To my simultaneous delight and horror, I’d caught him looking down my dress several times.
Todd was across the table from me. “Are you getting excited?” I asked.
He beamed at me. “You have no idea. It’s the best feeling in the world.”
He was earnest, as James had said; he was also open and kind, very unlike James.
“Evie told me about the flowers. Everything is going to be so beautiful,” I gushed. I couldn’t help myself. I liked Todd, and even if Evie was a total c-word, he was excited to marry her.
“She and my mom have taken care of every detail,” Todd said. “It’s easy for me. All I have to do is show up.”
James snorted. “And be married to her,” he said. I noticed that he was on his third bourbon, and I frowned at him.
“What,” he said, not bothering to make it a question.
“I am pointing it out to you that this is your brother’s special time, and you shouldn’t be a prick,” I said to him quietly, so nobody else could hear. “If you behave, we can watch Sports Center when we get home. And you can keep looking at my boobs.” I put my hand on his thigh and I felt him tense up, but it wasn’t a bad tense.
He was tensed as though he was ready to spring. At me.
“Do you promise?” he asked darkly, and it was as if someone lit a match between us. My hand was on fire where I touched him.
“Yes,” I whispered. I kept my hand on his thigh, inching it up a little, and turned back to Todd. “Now, tell me about the honeymoon. I want to know everything.”
Under the table, James put his hand over mine and moved it up toward his co**ck. He was rock hard. I ran my hands over it reverently, trying not to either moan or climb on top of him right there, while Todd was gushing about the villas we were going to stay at.
Then James took my hand and removed it from his lap. And put his hand on my thigh. My bare thigh.
It was as if my skin was scalded, branded from his touch, the feel of his skin on my skin. He moved his hand up higher, dangerously higher, and under my dress. I jerked at the tablecloth, making sure my lap was covered. I looked nervously to my left; the investment banker sitting there was fully engrossed with his steak. I could feel my heartbeat thrumming through me as James’s hand crept up to my underwear. He fingered the lace and quickly slid his hand underneath before I had time to prepare myself.
Still, I didn’t cry out. I nodded at Todd, pretending to listen about the best snorkeling reefs in Eleuthera as James began to run his fingers along my slit.
