Page 69 of Best Hex Ever
“Um, is that fucking Ellis Finch? He’s smoking hot,” Immy said.
“Only one day married and she’s already looking elsewhere. What can a man do?” Eric chuckled, kissing his wife’s knuckles.
“He’s not the right choice,” Rosemary said. “He’s too—”
“Muscular? Charismatic?” Immy interjected.
“Yeah. All of those things.” Rosemary looked at the photo of the actor on her phone, and Dina noticed her cheeks were pink. That was an interesting development.
After breakfast, guests began to trickle back home. Scott and Dina stayed for a while to help Eric and Immy bundle all the wedding presents into the boot of their car.
“You’re so in love,” Immy said, watching Dina watch Scott as he threw a stick for Juniper across the field.
“Head over heels,” Dina replied. She prayed the charms would do the trick.
Chapter 28
Scott was both the luckiest and unluckiest man in the world. Unluckiest because that morning on the way to the museum, he’d stepped into an open grate on the pavement and could have seriously hurt himself. Then he’d only narrowly avoided being bludgeoned to death by a falling roof tile by Russell Square tube station. Luckiest, because he had just spotted Dina, walking up the steps of the museum toward him. And she was wearing a tight pair of black leggings.
Scott cast his mind back. Had he told her about that particular fantasy in the week since they’d returned to London? He didn’t think so. But then again, post-sex Scott was liable to tell Dina all sort of truths. Most nights, they stayed up late, intermittently talking and making love. Because there was no denying now that that’s what they were doing.
He felt for the spare key to his flat in his pocket. He was planning on giving it to Dina later.
He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her plump thighs as she walked up to him. He shifted his already lengthening cock in a way that hopefully wouldn’t be too obvious in his slim-cut suit.
Dina must have noticed him shifting because her face broke into a mischievous grin.
“Hello there,” she said, leaning into his embrace. “I see you’ve missed me.”
It had been only half a day since he’d been to the café to pick up a pastry, along with a kiss or two, but she wasn’t wrong. She ran a finger along his neck, seemingly to check that the hamsa necklace she’d given him was still there. He hadn’t taken it off.
Scott kissed her by way of hello, and whispered roughly in her ear: “Are these leggings expensive?”
“They’re replaceable.”
Scott grabbed a handful of her ass, not caring that there were hundreds of tourists milling around them on the steps. Thankfully, they wouldn’t have to deal with them for long, as the museum was closing for the day.
“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m going to rip them open later.”
He delighted in the shiver that rippled through her.
Scott had been excited for this day all week. The exhibition was almost ready for its launch next Tuesday, and enough of the final touches had been made that Dr. MacDougall had signed off on Scott showing Dina around.
They strolled through the main atrium, Scott’s hand resting on Dina’s lower back, perhaps a little lower than strictly necessary to guide her through the throngs of people exiting the gift shop.
“I thought you should know I’m not wearing anything under these leggings.”
Scott groaned, and seriously contemplated just dragging her back to his office and locking the door.
“Christ, Dina,” he choked out. “How am I supposed to string two sentences together now I know that there’s only one slip of fabric between my mouth and your pussy?”
Now it was Dina’s turn to moan.
Scott pulled her through an unassuming glass door. Next week, there would be a crowd queueing to enter Symbols of Protection here. But for now, they could enjoy the exhibition space unencumbered by swathes of visitors. Even the exhibition hall would be empty of people at this time, all the finishing touches to the sound and lighting to be made tomorrow afternoon.
“Here we are,” he announced. The main exhibition poster hung above them, showing a golden acorn that had been crafted in the sixteenth century, likely worn by a merchant’s wife while her husband was away traveling.
“Wow!” Dina exhaled beside him. It struck Scott how badly he wanted to impress her. How much he wanted Dina to be proud of him.
