Page 74 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“So, we’re leaving then?” Gabe slaps me on the back. He’s drunk, of course.

“Yep.”

“Cool. Well, I told my driver to take the night off, so we’ll grab a lift back with you. Is that cool?”

No, it’s not fucking cool. It’s not fucking cool at all.

I know my expression has gone tight, so I school it. “Sure,” I say with a casual tone.

He stares at me for a beat and then laughs, his eyes sparkling. “Cool.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I’ll let Julian know we’re leaving. The others are heading off to a club.”

I watch him walk off, cursing the motherfucker to hell.

A hand touches my arm. “So, we’re gonna head off.” Charly’s voice comes close to my ear.

I turn to her. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“Ava’s drunk. I need to get her home.”

“Sure thing. I was planning on getting you in my limo and doing all kinds of dirty things to you in there, but fucking Gabe has just invited himself and Julian for a ride home.”

“It’s fine.” She smiles. “I’ll grab us a cab.”

“No. I’m in the limo. I’ll have Aiden drive you guys home.”

“You sure?”

“Course.” I move in closer, leaving a sliver of air between us. I love the sound of the breath she sucks in at my nearness. “But I’m dropping you off last. Then, you and I are going back to your hotel. Okay?”

“No.” She shakes her head.

“No?” I frown.

“Drop me off first. Well, I mean, drop Ava off first, then Logan, and then me, and—”

“Um, am I fucking missing something here? You ditching me?”

She laughs, the sound light and airy, but I’m feeling kind of pissed off right now, so it doesn’t have the effect it normally does.

“Don’t be stupid, West. Of course I’m not ditching you, you needy bastard.” She grins, and I can’t help but smile back at her using my term. “It’ll just look suspect if I’m the last one left in the car with you. It’ll look better if you drop us off first and then your boys. Then, you can come back to my hotel once you’re alone.”

“Good call.”

She’s smart, my girl.

My girl?

Hang the fuck on. When exactly did I start thinking of her as mine?

No need to go getting carried away, West. You’re just fucking her, remember?

“I’m a genius. What can I say?” She puts her hands on her hips and does a little wiggle.

“And a little devious, Pins. But I like it. It’s fucking hot.”

We round everyone up and head out the back exit of the bar to my waiting limo.

Of course the paparazzi are out there.