Page 43 of Whiskey Promises
"No. I haven't had a chance. Apparently, Maid of Honor meansexecutive decision makeraround here. I was just going to look for him."
Jareth grunts, kissing me again before he pulls away. "Follow me."
"What? Why? I need to talk to Connor."
"Just follow me, princess."
I grumble at him and then reluctantly fall into step with him. He leads me around to the same door we entered this morning, only the kitchen is in full swing now. We duck the sous chef, popping out into a hallway.
"Where are we…?" I trail off when I hear Connor's voice coming from around the corner.
"Fuck," my best friend groans. "We gotta stop."
"We will. Later," someone growls to him.
"What the…?" I whisper, tiptoeing forward to peek around the corner. I bite my lip, fighting a laugh when I see my best friend pressed up against the wall with Huck kissing his neck.
I guess that explains why I haven't seen him all day.
Crap. I glance over my shoulder with wide eyes, meeting Jareth's gaze. I can tell by the look on his face that he isn't surprised by the show.
Holy crap. How long has he known about the two of them?
I slip back toward him, grabbing his arm. I don't know where I'm going, but I pull him into an empty office, pushing the door closed behind us before I spin to face him. "You knew!"
"So?" he responds, stalking toward me.
"Jareth! How long have you known?"
"Since they were making eyes at each other the day after you arrived."
I gasp, staring at him in shock. "You've known all along?"
"Pretty much."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Watching you squirm was more fun for me."
"Jareth!" I scowl up at him, but he just shrugs, completely unrepentant.
"I spent four months stressing the fuck out over his existence, Zoya. You deserved to squirm a little bit." He smirks at me. "Watching you try to keep up your little charade was amusing as hell."
"You are such a jerk," I grumble.
"And you're a terrible little liar." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, yanking me into his arms. "Definitely don't go into acting. You suck at it."
"Whatever." I roll my eyes at him. "Don't even pretend it didn't drive you nuts when we got out of the car. I saw your face."
"Oh, I'm not denying it." He meets my gaze, his deadly serious. "I wanted to plant my fist in his smug face for touching what's mine."
"I'm glad you didn't," I whisper. "I would have been upset with you."
"Why'd you bring him?"
"I thought it'd help me avoid you."
Jareth chuckles, squeezing my ass. "Don't think it worked."
