Page 39 of Dirty Temptation

“Wow,” Bella says, clapping. “That is impressive.”

“Amazing.” Harper joins in the clapping. “We do not have turkeys this size in New Zealand.”

“You don’t live there anymore.” Daniel, her husband grumbles.

“Because I fell in love with you and you kidnapped me.”

Daniel snorts and I watch as Harper kisses him on the cheek.

Another loved up couple.

All the employees took yesterday and today off, and Leilani has spent hours in the main kitchen cooking.

I’m as impressed as everyone else. And I love that they are so family orientated that they wanted to celebrate again together.

“I’m exhausted.” Leilani laughs and collapses dramatically into her chair.

“Good job, sweetheart,” Jacob says, kissing her forehead. “While I carve, everyone dig in.”

I glance down the table at Atlas who is messaging on his phone.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen him distracted and figure he must have a girlfriend. I know guys like him. He probably has girls all over the place.

And thinks he’s going to get frisky with the stupid bridesmaid.

Nope.

I will never be naive again.

Anyway he thinks I’m with Greg so that’s helpful.

Still, his offer to make me a logo last night was sweet. If not strange. I mean he’s the senior designer of WME. That’s a really big deal.

And a Montgomery.

All day he’s been polite but mostly kept his distance, almost ignoring me. I should be relieved, but I can’t stop watching him.

He’s just so damn handsome.

From his slightly messy brown hair to his barely there five o’clock shadow and deep blue eyes. And how unreasonable is it for a man to have such long luscious dark lashes.

I might be a little obsessed with his muscular biceps which seem to struggle with every sweater and shirt he wears—goddamn it’s hot as hell—but it’s his full soft lips I keep finding my eyes hovering over.

I know what they feel like.

On multiple parts of my body.

And I hate that my legs keep clenching just thinking about it. To be honest, my panties have been wet all day.

I will never forget the way his mouth took mine with absolute dominance and desire, taking my breath away.

The more space he gives me, the more I want him.

This is definitely a ploy.

Opposite me, Atlas reaches for a plate, taking the serving spoons, and I can’t stop staring at the ropey muscles of hisforearms. The watch hanging on his arm is expensive and I don’t need to see the brand to know it cost an insane amount.

Wealth is dripping from all of them, despite being down to earth and making me feel welcome.

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