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“Refill?” He held up a bottle of the expensive champagne we’d given the bridal party.

I stare at him wide-eyed. Had he lost his mind? “From the five-hundred-dollar champagne?”

“Is that not what you’re drinking?” He tipped his head at the flute in my head.

My mouth fell open. “No. It’s the prosecco.”

“Well, now you need to try this.” A smirk lifted his lips as he reached for my glass. “It’s like sex in a glass.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Everything go okay after I left?” He handed me the champagne he’d poured.

“Yep.” I took a sip, and a moan bubbled up, slipping through my lips. Jesus, he was right. It was like an orgasm in my mouth.

I peered over at him, and a heated stare looked back at me. I ran my tongue along my upper lip, tasting the champagne allover again and letting out another moan. Desire pooled in my belly as he tracked my movements, his pupils blowing out more as each second passed.

What was I doing? It didn’t matter how he was looking at me. He’d literally just had sex with someone else.

I cringed at the reminder. “What happened to your lady friend?”

“What are you, my grandmother?” he scoffed. “Who says lady friend?”

With a shrug, I focused back on the water. “Just trying to be polite.”

“Polite?”

“Fuck buddy would be rude.” I attempted to mask the emotions behind my words.

“Jealous?”

Not well enough, apparently. I jerked my gaze back to him and froze. He leaned forward intently, forearms braced on his knees and a seductive smirk that left me breathless.

Absolutely nothung on the tip of my tongue, but for the life of me, I couldn’t force it past my lips.

Chapter Eight

WYATT

What the fuckwas I doing? Or rather, what was wrong with me?

When I was upstairs, the desire to be with Natalie, to solve what I thought was my problem, was nonexistent. But now I wanted Angie to admit she was jealous? Of what? Because nothing even happened. Maybe Natalie was right, and I needed to figure out what was going on and what I wanted.

Usually, I wanted easy. But at the event, when Natalie barely interacted with me other than to introduce people, Igot increasingly annoyed. Then when we were in the elevator heading up to my room, I tried to engage her in conversation only to have her spend fifteen minutes telling me about her recent experience buying a pair of shoes.

I was done, to say the least.

Angie studied me, andassholeflashed through my mind. Because it didn’t matter that I wanted so desperately to lift her dress and bury my face between her legs until she screamed my name. And it didn’t matter if she was jealous. Because she was a forever type of girl. I couldn’t give her that, so I had to stop this game I was playing.

“I got rid of her.” I shrugged and sat back in the lounger, focusing my gaze on the water. “She was too talkative.” I took a large swig of my champagne.

No way was I going to admit what actually happened. That for the first time in years, I had no interest in a beautiful woman. And I sure as hell wasn’t telling her that all I kept thinking about was the look of disgust Angie sent me when I walked into the hotel with Natalie. It was better if I owned the role of playboy.

“That’s so nice of you.” I caught her eye roll in my periphery.

Why her opinion of my personal life mattered, I didn’t know. It had only been three days, but she was already getting under my skin. If I was honest, she’d gotten under my skin before she even showed up on Thursday. But now in a totally different way. Almost obsessive. All I could think about was getting back down here to see how her day had gone.

“The employee appreciation luncheon is scheduled for Tuesday,” Angie said after minutes of silence.

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