Page 47 of His Arranged Plus-Size Mate

I nodded and watched as they got up, heading over toward the food and liquor across the room.

I sipped on my glass and froze when someone sat down next to me. I turned and stiffened when I realized I didn’t know who it was. He was a handsome man with black hair, sitting in Gabriella’s spot now. He gave me a soft smile. “You’re Hazel, right?”

I slowly nodded. “Yeah, and you are?”

“Justin.” He held his hand out, his smile growing. “I’ve heard a lot about you. All good things.”

I shook his hand, confused. Why was he sitting with me?

“Uhhmmm…thank you? Are you here with someone?”

He shook his head. “No, my friends dragged me along. Said it was a good place to meet women. They weren’t wrong.”

I felt my face growing hot, but he clearly wasn’t talking about me. Everyone knew that I was married to Asher. Right?

“Yes, it is,” I chirp, taking a deep glass of my drink.

But he remained seated, still holding that same smile. “So, word on the street is you’re going to be the savior of the pack. You must have some powerful magic.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, that’s not true. I’m just helping.”

“You’re a coy one.” He tilted his head as he stared at me.

I stammered, not sure what to say. He leaned onto the table. “Do you want to dance? I promise not to step on you.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Okay, well, I’m more than happy to sit here with you. Keep you company.”

I just stared at him, not sure what I was supposed to say. But someone cleared their throat behind us, and we both turned. Asher stood just behind us, wearing a nice suit. His hair was combed back, and he held a smooth smile. “Keeping my chair warm?”

The guy looked at me and then back at Asher. Asher then wrapped his arm around me, and I could see he was purposely using his left hand to show his ring finger off.

The guy quickly spotted it and got up. “Yeah, it was great to chat with you, Hazel. Afternoon, Asher.”

The guy moved away, and Asher took his spot with a smirk. “Someone was flirting with you.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, he wasn’t. He was just talking with me.”

Asher snorted. “Oh, sweetie, he really was.”

I frowned. “Asher, he really wasn’t. There are plenty of other women here, so why would he flirt with me?”

Asher tilted his head and shook it. “You are so blind if you don’t see what we see.”

I felt a blush roll over my face. “What is this we? You married me because you were asked to, not because you wanted to.” But even as I said those words, a part of me wasn’t sure if they were true now.

“That doesn’t mean I’m blind. You are a catch.” He leaned closer. “And every single man in this room is probably wanting to get into your pants.”

I felt hot at his words and looked around the room. The eyes I felt early were still there, but as I looked, I noticed there were a handful of them that were men. I swallowed.

“It’s a good thing I’m married then.” I looked back at him. “Because my husband is the only one who gets into my pants.”

I watched as a smirk grew on his face. “Your husband does enjoy that.”

I couldn’t help but smile, taking a sip of my drink. I relaxed in my chair. “I thought you guys weren’t going to be able to make it tonight.”

“The others couldn’t, but I could. I figured one of us should at least be here. And I’m glad I did.” His eyes scanned me, and I felt my heart flutter. I chewed on my cheek as he grabbed my glass, taking a sip out of it.