Page 64 of Vengeful Seduction
Well, I definitely didn’t want to cause any trouble, so while I was polite to Brent, I made sure most of my attention was on David. I chatted with both of them and we ate a nice, relaxed, comfortable breakfast together.
Brent had to go to work afterward, so while David and I cleaned up the kitchen together, it was just the two of us. I figured it was a good time to ask him about the party.
“I think Brent’s lonely,” I admitted, scraping some plates into the garbage. I loaded them in the dishwasher, smiling a little. It was nice to be doing even this sort of boring, domestic chore, at least while I was with David.
“I think you’re right,” David replied, and then looked at me with his eyebrows arched, as though to ask what the point of my statement was.
Turning to look at him, I smiled a little. He was so handsome—as sexy to me in the kitchen as he was in the bedroom. Maybe even more so here, because it was everything about him that appealed to me, not just his physical body.
“We should throw a little party. We never had an engagement party or a housewarming party,” I pointed out, leaning against the counter.
He arched an eyebrow at me, a slight smirk quirking his lips upward. “Okay, Kaye, what’s this really about?” he asked, and I had to laugh. He could see right through me sometimes. I probably didn’t have an incredible career ahead of me as a spy or anything.
“I have single friends,” I admitted, grinning at him. “And, you know, Brent’s single. Maybe he’d be happier if he got with someone special.”
The strangest look crossed his face, like he was somehow conflicted—like part of him wanted Brent to be with someone else and part of him didn’t. It probably had something to do with him being afraid his best friend might have less use for him when he wasn’t single. Something like that.
“Did you ask him about it?” David asked, his expression thoughtful. I nodded, and David gave a little shrug. He considered it, then grinned at me and nodded back. “I think it sounds like a really good idea,” he murmured, and there was a strange, almost furtive light in his eyes, as though part of him was ashamed by what he was doing.
Probably just my imagination. Why would he think he shouldn’t hook Brent up with one of my friends? I was getting paranoid and seeing things that weren’t there.
“Okay,” I murmured and sidled over to him, nuzzling my face against his strong, warm chest. I could hear the beating of his heart, just as I had the previous night, and it comforted me deeply.
He put his arm around me and I snuggled into him.
“I’ll arrange it, then,” I continued smiling. This was going to be fun. It had been a long time since I’d done something that was just for fun with my friends, and hopefully if all went well, I’d end up helping one of them out too. Joan, maybe? Or Angela?
Or maybe neither of them, if they didn’t like Brent. I honestly didn’t see how they couldn’t, though. Even when he’d been slightly less than appropriate with me, his behavior had really only been questionable because I was already married.
My friends didn’t have the same impediment, and I couldn’t help but grin as I thought of it. Even if nothing happened, it should be a good time.
Something told me the party would be eventful, though. I wasn’t sure what it was. Call it some sort of intuition. I just had the idea something would happen, I just wasn’t sure what.
Hopefully, it was something good.
Clinging onto my husband, breathing his musky, masculine scent, I wanted this for everyone. For all of my friends. I wanted them all to be even half as happy as I was, and that went for Brent too.
It went for everyone in the whole world.
I held David and he held me, and for one moment at least, everything was completely perfect.
David
Kaye wanted to set Brent up with someone.
Damn it. She was supposed to be thinking of Brent at least somewhat romantically by now. Or, at least, she was supposed to want him sexually. What on earth was she doing wanting to hook him up with one of her friends? It defied all of my expectations.
And made me far too happy. Happiness was dangerous, and I knew that for a fact. Dad had been happy with mom once upon a time, until she’d left us both behind to do only God knew what. She had never bothered to let us know anything about her, other than that she wanted a divorce from my father and didn’t want custody of me.
I thought maybe I had accidentally shown just a little bit too much of my disappointment to Kaye. There had been a look in her eyes, sort of thoughtful, that made me think I hadn’t hidden my emotions as well as I might have wished.
How amazing would it be if Brent did fall for one of Kaye’s friends? I’d met them a few times and they all seemed lovely. Nowhere near as perfect as Kaye, of course, but who was?
Brent would fall for one of them, maybe, and then …
And then what?
I’d be out a lot of money.
