Page 61 of Best Hex Ever
She didn’t mind the way he became possessive in the bedroom, the way he took charge. In fact, she liked it. Like she was made to be pleasured by him.
He wanted her pretty mouth around his cock again, and the red lipstick she was wearing now was definitely not helping. It made her lips look plump, edible. He wanted to see it staining his body.
He had to at least try to simmer down a little or he was never going to get through the evening. They’d made a pact earlier in the closet, after all the floating lights had faded (he couldn’twait to makethathappen again), that they wouldn’t escape to any more closets, or back to the cottage, before the night was over. They were best man and maid of honor after all; they had duties to fulfill.
Duties which had mostly involved force-feeding water and espressos to drunken uncles who seemed to have started on the prosecco too early. One of whom was now snoring away on a loveseat in the corner of the ballroom.
The stewards of Honeywell House had really outdone themselves with the decoration. As with the rehearsal dinner, everything was lit by candlelight. Delicate crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, light danced from the brass sconces on the walls, and there were pillars holding bowls of water with small tealight candles floating on the top in the shape of water lilies. It was like a set from one of those Nancy Meyers movies his mums had made him watch growingup.
Earlier, during the reception, Scott had seriously considered taking Immy aside and asking her to throw the bouquet to Dina. And then he’d thought better of it because he’d realized that would make him look like a crazy person.
Was he really thinking of marriage already? Of course. It was impossible not to when he looked across the dance floor and saw Dina busting out some seriously dorky moves with Immy. Somehow she made even silly air punches look graceful. And the way the candlelight set her warm brown skin aglow, she was perfect to him.
“You’re not being very subtle you know,” a voice said from beside Scott. Dina’s father stood there, a wise smile on his face. He could see how Robert Whitlock could have used his height and build to seem imposing—for someone who he’d been told was an accountant, the man was built like a competitive weightlifter.
“What do you mean?” Scott replied, though his innocent tone was fooling no one.
“Anyone with eyes can see that you have it bad for my daughter.” Uh-oh, was he about to have the “stay away from my daughter” talk with Robert?
“Sir,I—”
“Dina is a big girl, she can make her own mind up about who she wants to be with. I’m not going to stand in the way of that.”
Phew,thank fuck for that. He’d been ready to fight for Dina if needbe.
“But, my Dina is very special.” Robert trained a quizzical look on Scott. “I wonder if she’s told you just howspecialshe is?”
It took Scott a second to register what he meant. The magic, he was talking about the magic.
“She has. I can’t say I fully understand it all yet, and it’s a lot to take in. But it doesn’t faze me, not one bit.”
Robert Whitlock’s shoulders sagged with relief ever so slightly, and he gave Scott a hefty pat on the back. “Good man. Good man,” he said, smiling.
For a brief second it made Scott wonder if Dina had shown anyone else her magic before, someone she’d been in a relationship with. He wondered how they’d taken the discovery.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you find out about Dina’s mother?”
“Oh, Nour was terrible at hiding it really. On our second date, we had a picnic, and she’d made these amazing puff pastry triangles called briouats. They’re filled with almonds and honey and some such. Well, it was the best damn thing I’d ever eaten. That evening, when I went to my fridge, there were three briouats wrapped in foil. I definitely hadn’t put them there. What was even stranger was that they kept reappearing in my fridge each day if I’d eaten them the day before. Just like, well,magic.Of course, she never owned up to it. But I had a pretty good idea of what I was dealing with from that day on.” Robert laughed as his wife swayed out from the growing crowd on the dance floor and came toward them.
“Did you find out if he’s her boyfriend?” Nour asked her husband, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she looked at Scott.
Robert pressed a kiss to his wife’s head and laughed good-naturedly. “Between the two of us I think we might scare him off, cariad.”
“So you’re not dating our Dina?”
“I—not yet. I would like to be, but I think that’s up to Dina,” Scott replied. Having this chat with both of Dina’s parents was only slightly mortifying. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little afraid of Nour though.
“Hmmph, that girl,” she said, rolling her eyes. Then she reached out and took Scott’s hand in a firm grip.
“What is—”
“Shh. I need to concentrate.” Nour held up a finger, silencing him.
“Are you reading my palm?” he asked tentatively.
“No. I am reading your aura. It is very different, now stop asking questions.”
Scott stood there in silence while Dina’s mum read his aura, feeling strangely vulnerable. He had a feeling that the aura Nour was reading was not the same as the one that his mum Helene used to complain about seeing hours before a migraine kickedin.
