Page 115 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Her eyes meet mine, our noses nearly touching. “I do. You order so well.”
“Because I know what you like,” I say, even though that’s not really the truth.
She smiles, and I’m so tempted to kiss her, so tempted to continue to lay my claim on this woman in front of Devin, but I know the minute I do, the minute I touch my lips to hers, I’m done.
Cooked.
No way I would be able to stop myself, so I keep my distance in that regard.
She scoops up some of her mashed potatoes and brings them close to my mouth. “Want to try?”
Keeping my eyes on her, I open my mouth, and she slips her fork past my lips, slowly I pull the mashed potatoes off her fork. I swallow and say, “Delicious.”
She smirks and then turns toward the rest of the table. I almost forgot there were other people here. “How is the steak, Devin?”
“Fantastic,” he answers before taking a sip of his red wine, which I wish was staining his teeth, but I’m not that lucky tonight.
“And the beef Wellington?” Sloane asks Sheridan and Archie.
“Unbelievable,” Sheridan says. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anything better in my mouth.”
“I think you have,” Archie says with a wink that has Sheridan’s cheeks blushing again.
She then points her fork at me and Sloane and says, “Look what you did, you corrupted him.”
Sloane and I chuckle. “It was Hudson, not me.”
“He was corrupted way before them,” Devin says.
“Not in business meetings,” Sheridan says.
“Ah, I would hardly say this is a business meeting,” Archie chimes in. “This is a gathering of friends.”
“It has to be, especially if you’re talking about the things that have been in my mouth,” Sheridan shoots back, causing Archie to chuckle.
“Not even sorry. Although, given what we’ve discussed, I doubt we should even talk about the property purchase at this point.”
I smooth my hand over Sloane’s shoulder. “Yeah, probably not the best time.”
“Maybe we can tomorrow…at the Mayfair Club.”
The Mayfair Club.
Why does it feel like I just passed the first test, and all it took was for Sloane to talk about powerful hip thrusts?
“I’m available,” I say.
“I can get you an application and in front of someone who can help with your membership.”
“The Mayfair Club, huh?” Devin says, eyeing me up and down. “Can you afford that?”
The fuck?
This fucking guy.
He’s got to be kidding me right now.
“Devin,” Sloane says, leaning forward. “Hudson is one of the heirs of Hopper Hotels.”
