Page 113 of The Good Girl

“Who shall I make it out to?”

“Jasper,” he says so low that I have to lean in a little to hear him.

She writes his name and a little quote before signing her name with a flourish and handing it back. He stares down at it for a moment before he’s nudged out of the way by two giggling women who Nevaeh seems to recognize. She jumps up and rounds the table to give them both brief hugs.

“Laura, Jo, this is Havoc, Havoc, this is Laura and Jo, the organizers.”

Jo fans her face as she stares at me. “You lucky bitch.”

This makes Nevaeh and Laura dissolve into laughter. Seriously, these women are all insane. I look for the old guy, hoping for some kind of solidarity, but he disappears into the crowd.

“We won’t keep you; we’re just stopping by the tables to see if anyone needs anything.” Laura smiles.

“That’s sweet, but we’re good.”

“That’s what we like to hear. I have some books for you to sign later if you can squeeze me in.” Jo adds.

“I’ll make room for you, don’t worry.”

I wait for them to leave before I lean closer and kiss her lightly. “I think there might be a witch or two in your family tree because the second you sat down, there was magic in the air.”

“Oh, really. And are you under my spell, Mr. President?”

“Fuck yes. I’m your biggest fan.”

“Want me to sign your chest?” she teases.

I grab her hand and slide it under the table and onto my hard cock. “I’ve got something you can sign.”

“Oh my gosh, you guys are so cute together. Can I get a photo?”

Nevaeh grins against my lips before she turns to look at a young girl standing in front of the table, bouncing on her heels in excitement.

“Of course. Want me to sign something first?” She squeezes my legs, letting me know she’s buying me time for my cock to go down.

“Oh, thank you, that would be great. Can you make it out to Katie?”

“Absolutely.”

She hands Nevaeh a scrapbook. Nevaeh signs with a flourish before handing it back.

The girl then hands it to me. “Would you sign it too?”

“Me?” I ask, confused.

She blushes and nods. I take the pen from her, ignoring Nevaeh, who chuckles beside me.

“You’re so handsome. Are you going to be on the next cover? Squeal, I’m so excited.”

I hand the pen and book back to her, bemused as Nevaeh stands up and tugs me around the table so we can have our photo taken.

Once the girl says goodbye and we’re alone again, I lean into Nevaeh. “Did she say squeal? I feel so fucking old. Not to mention violated. Did you see the way she looked at me?”

“Well, sir, you are mighty easy on the eyes.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever blushed in my fucking life until I came here.”

That sets her off. She laughs, catching the attention of those around us, who start snapping pictures. A guy walks toward us with a grin on his face, snagging some of the attention away from me and Nevaeh.

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