Page 28 of Made For You
That notion still simmered at the back of my mind as he gripped my elbow and directed me toward the elevators.
“Where are we going?” I asked, alarm rising with each step I took. I knew better than to try to wriggle my arm free. If he was anything like my college ex, he would only grip it tighter.
Dean remained silent as we loaded the elevator car and pressed the button for the lobby. I gazed up at him, my head tilting back in the process.
“Dean?”
My escort only grunted his response.
“Aw… couldn’t let me leave without saying goodbye? You’re too sweet.”
He finally cracked a minute grin just as the elevator dinged our arrival on the lobby level.
“Well, Dean,” I said, holding out my hand once we both exited the car. “It was a pleasure to meet you. I’m still not sure if you work for Talon, or if you’re his bodyguard, or his lover, but please let him know to keep me in the loop about… everything. Okay?”
“Come with me,” he demanded and turned on his heel to head down the corridor where I registered for the conference. I stood back, staring after him for a moment, then quickly grabbed my suitcase and hurried to catch up.
By the time I was in step beside him, Dean was mumbling about me saying he was Talon’s lover, and I found myself giggling as he opened the door to what looked like a slew of offices. Following him down the hall, I noticed only the office at the very end had the lights on. It was still early in the morning, but I figured a manager or two would be on duty.
“Where are we?” I asked, suddenly nervous that we were in a space we shouldn’t have been. “Dean!” I whispered more urgently. “We can’t—”
My words stopped abruptly when Dean opened the door to the lit-up office, and I found Talon standing inside.
“Aurora.”
I stepped over the threshold, leaving my suitcase in the hall, but Dean cut me off. “Talon, what am I—”
“She said I was your lover, asshole.”
“What?” Talon asked, jerking his gaze from me to the beast standing beside me with his arms crossed against his massive chest.
“She thought we were fucking, dude.”
Talon seemed to think on that for a moment. His eyebrows pinched, and that muscle along his jaw ticked. He didn’t need to know I wanted to trace his jawline with mytongue. After a few seconds, he looked back at me with a tilted head. “Top or bottom?”
I sensed he was trying to rile up his friend, so I peered up at Dean and assessed him before I replied with a smirk. “He’s a bottom.”
“Ah, fuck you both,” Dean growled as he stomped across the room, arms stiff at his sides and fists clenched.
Talon shrugged. “Guess his blip on the gaydar is reserved only for Bruce Willis. He’s had a serious man-crush on him since we were young.”
“Damn right,” we heard Dean grump from his post by the door, and we finally laughed.
Tucking away that little tidbit about the guys knowing each other since they were kids, I asked, “So, what am I doing here? I need to head to the airport for my flight.”
Talon spun around to grab something from the desk while Dean leaned against a large console table, looking way less annoyed than he had a minute earlier.
“Talon, my ride will be here in a couple of minutes,” I said urgently. “Is there something you needed?”
“Yes, we’re getting married.”
“I know. Just let me know when to show up in a white dress,” I joked.
“No. Now,” Talon corrected as he held out a piece of paper for me. I took it reluctantly and read the header. It was a marriage certificate.
“Now?”
“Yes. My lawyer will be here shortly to serve as a witness.”
