Page 34 of Play For Me
“I'd better go do my hostess duties,” Kate says, looking around. “A lot more people have arrived that I need to talk to. I’ll email you the contract over tomorrow, Olivia. If it looks good to you,” she says, smiling at her husband briefly, “then we would love to welcome you to the family.”
“Thank you so much,” Olivia says excitedly, hugging her new friend. “I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t,” she laughs before releasing her. “Now, you two go have fun. You're a young married couple, so live it up. There’s wine, plenty of food, and dancing.”
Linking her arm through Vincent’s, they walk away toward another couple who have just arrived.
“I got the account,” she whispers, reaching down and squeezing my hand.
“I never doubted you for a second,” I grin at her happiness.
“And you,” she says, pointing her finger at me. “You became my husband,” she says in a hushed tone. “What if they find out it’s a lie and they end up hating me?”
“Then we'd better make it very believable tonight.” I pull her to me, and she gasps at the contact as I press up against her.
“What are you doing?” She whispers in a panicked voice as I take her face in my hands.
“Kissing my wife.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
OLIVIA
Our lips are so close that his breath fans my lips. “They are watching us. We wouldn’t want to disappoint them.” He runs his thumb over my cheek, and my body betrays me as I lean into his touch. My eyes dart to where Kate and Vincent are, and sure enough, they are grinning at us with stars in their eyes.
I turn back to the greys, and a knowing smirk plays across his face. He’s going to take every single advantage he can tonight and knows I can’t do a damn thing about it. I went with the lie, and now I’m forced to play it out until we leave.
“Just one kiss, Miles. And no tongu…”
He cuts me off like he's starving for oxygen as his lips come crashing down on me. My body instantly melts into him as I cling to his white dress shirt. When his tongue finds mine, I know I should back away, but I’m drunk on his kiss as I hungrily take what I’ve been trying so hard to resist.
The whole world disappears around us, and all I can feel and see is him as he slowly kisses me like it’s his first real drink of water in days.
When he finally pulls away, he leans his forehead against mine, our breathing hard and heavy.
“I think you’ve more than made it convincing for them,” I say quietly.
“I wasn’t doing it for them. I was doing it for me.”
“I need some more wine.” I break away and put a smile on my face like a woman in love would do after she’s just been kissed by her husband. If I’m going to keep up this charade, I need more liquid courage in me.
“Then let’s get you some.” He places his hand on the small of my back, and I’m annoyed at how much I like that small gesture as he guides us to the outside bar. “We wouldn’t want my wife to be thirsty.”
“You do know that you don’t have to keep calling me your wife, right? They’re not even within earshot,” I say, pointing through the window to where Kate and Vincent are inside talking to a group of people.
“Helps me stay in character.” He takes two full wine glasses off the tray at the bar and hands me one. He can lie all he wants, but I know he loves to push my buttons and get my feisty side out of me.
“Something tells me you’re lying,” I say quietly, raising the glass to my lips and taking a drink of the smooth red liquid.
“Something tells me you are, too,” he smiles and takes a drink. I watch his throat move as he swallows, entranced by the simple movement.
Even his Adam’s apple is sexy as hell.
This is the first time I’ve seen him all dressed up, and he did not disappoint. His white button-down shirt is open at the collar, revealing his ink and tanned skin underneath. He kept his forearms bare, with his rolled-up cuffs exposing more sinful skin covered in black swirls. My eyes skim down his black suitpants and dress shoes that complete the outfit, making him look every bit like the forbidden fruit he is.
Why couldn’t God do me a solid and give me some kind of ick about him that I couldn’t tolerate?
“What am I lying about? Except for the fact that I’m going along with this little charade you started.”
