Page 115 of Pretty Savage Boys
“Can we dismiss the staff?”
He scoops me against him, lifting me so I don’t have to walk in heels, not a favourite activity even before half the bones in my right foot were broken. “But what if we get thirsty halfway through? Who’d bring us a light refreshment?”
I’m laughing as he sets me on my feet right next to the door of the limousine, beating the driver to opening it for me.
“Have I told you tonight how much I love you?” I ask him as he joins me on the bench seat, tucking me under his arm. “Because it’s at least this much.” I spread my arms wide.
“That’s good,” he answers, his voice wavering a little, like he’s nervous. “Because there’s something I want to ask you later and I really hope you’ll say yes.”
My mouth goes dry, eyes wide as they stare at him.
“Later,” he reiterates. “I don’t want it to interfere with the show.”
I turn to stare ahead, mind blossoming with possibilities, all of them utterly scrumptious to think about. “It’s not a pair of golden handcuffs, is it?”
“Later,” he repeats, pulling me against him and wrapping his arms around me. Strong and secure, my big blond boy and his big blond heart making me feel as safe as ever. “We’ve got a whole evening to enjoy before then.”
My skin flushes pink, my heart full of gratitude as I turn to look ahead, aiming to please, aiming to be the good girl he thinks I am.
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