Page 57 of Knot My Only Fan

“Sorry. I didn’t know until I came in earlier.”

I plaster a smile on my face as I stroll to Stanton. He stands and pulls out my chair when I reach him.

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’ll realize how perfect I can be,” he says.

I smile as he takes his seat. “But only when you want to be.”

“Absolutely. I don’t waste my gentlemanly-like act on just anyone.”

“Act?”

“It’s a figure of speech,” he grunts.

I grin at his frowning face. It’s nice to see he isn’t always full of arrogance, because until now, that’s all I’ve seen and heard from him. I pick up my drink and raise it to him. “Here’s to a lovely evening. Thank you for inviting me.”

His wide smile returns, before he turns to the table he is hosting and says. “Hello everyone, I’m Stanton and this is Grace, my date.”

“Hello Grace…” I recognize the man, but can’t put my finger on his name, says, “I’m Senator Hilton.”

“Hello,” I squeak. I’ve never been in the company of such powerful people in my life. I smile at his wife... perhaps his daughter. She’s very young looking, but I know powerful, rich men attract women who are much younger than themselves.

Stanton introduces me to the rest of the table. A table that stinks of money. A stockbroker, a lawyer, a CEO, and their significant others.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” the emcee says. I glance at him as he stands at the microphone on the stage.

“Grace.” I turn to my sister as she whispers my name. “Everything okay?” She smiles as she dips her head to look at Stanton’s fingers, which are stroking over the top of my hand.

I nod.

And inhale. My head feels hazy as the smell of toasted marshmallow coats my skin. I suck back the scent like an addict, like the smell is the only thing that will keep me alive. I think for a moment it’s Stanton, but I shake that thought away.

Where is the girl?

“What’s wrong?” Harlow asks. Her eyes widen. Our sisterly connection is coming on strong.

I shake my head but twist my body to turn around. First, I see the girl again. A smile curves up her lips, but the smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

Then my gaze floats to the man she is with. He’s gorgeous, espresso colored hair frames his angled face, soft pink lips contrasting beautifully against his masculine look. At over six feet tall by easily four inches. The tuxedo he wears is just like every other man here, but with his wide shoulders and chest, he looks so much better.

Henry?

Only he smells like that.

What is different about him? He is no longer wearing a mask, but he doesn’t need to. I smell him, and worse... my omega purrs for him.

Stop it!

“At last.” Senator Hilton stands up and holds out his hand to the only man who has that scent.

My gaze lifts to his face once again and this time the man isn’t looking at the Senator—he’s glaring at Stanton’s hand stroking the top of mine.

Blood is rushing around my veins, sparking a strange sensation between my thighs.

His nostrils flare as his eyes lift from Stanton’s hand to my face, and he glares at me.

And suddenly anger pours my way.

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