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Our day together comes rushing back, how damned good it felt to spend time with her with no agenda, no motive except enjoying one another’scompany.
Her red lips are the same shade they were at the club the night I kissedher.
I want to kiss her again, so fuckingbadly.
And when I do, I won’tstop.
Her eyes widen as if she's reading my every thought. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, her chest rising as she inhales beforeresponding.
“We shouldgo.”
I nod and hold out an arm to escort her downstairs, pretending she didn’t shut medown.
14
The reception isglamorous and tasteful, low lighting and cultured laughter. Still, I can’t forget that even though I’ve been trying to keep things under control all weekend, now she’s the one holding me incheck.
Richard welcomes everyone, and Aiden gives a toast. The bride makes a few remarks, plus shares logistical comments for those attending the bachelor and bacheloretteparties.
“Have fun,” I say solemnly as my best friend disappears into the back of a limo with awink.
The guys who aren’t going to the bachelor party invited me for an evening of smoking cigars and drinking and talking business, how Richard bought these properties after he swore hewouldn’t.
“Exceptional opportunities require new approaches,” is all hesays.
The topic turns to women, how Camila landed Aiden. Then it turns tome.
“I was surprised to see you caught up,” Richard comments. “Not that I keep up with the society pages, but my wife would’ve mentioned it tome.”
I lift my glass. “Exceptional opportunities require newapproaches.”
The men laugh, but it’strue.
Daisy and I have been friends a long fucking time, but it’s getting harder to remind myself she’s only my partner in crime, my right-handwoman.
I want to talk about her dreams, to slay anything that comes between them andher.
I want to know her insecurities so I can strip them away if she’ll letme.
I want her to look at me as if I’m all sheneeds.
And it’s getting harder and harder to remind myself Ishouldn’t.
The men get back to the hotel first, and some of us linger on the porch for a last drink and cigars. It’s nearly two in the morning—and I’m thinking I’ll be first in bed tonight—when the limo pulls up outside the hotel and the women spillout.
“How did we end up doing the respectable thing?” Aidenmuses.
I catch sight of my friend as she emerges from the car—long, curvy legs first—and starts up thewalkway.
She could pass forsober.
She’snot.
But if that wasn’t enough of a warning, her arm is linked with one of the other women—the one who propositioned me lastnight.
Warning bells go off in myhead.
“Ben!” Daisy exclaims when she spotsme.
