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She huffs. “I’m going to find another magnet.” She points across the room. “That man is making eyes at me too.”
I glance around. People are looking this way and whispering. They must’ve heard at least some of what she said.
I slide an arm around her and pull her off the sofa. “Let’s go somewhere more private.”
Her eyes light up. “Finally you got my subtle message.”
“Yeah, I got it.”
After a brief talk with Adrian, I gesture for Polly to follow me upstairs.
Halfway up, she announces, “Vaughn, I need personal space for intimate matters.”
I turn back and her guard eyes me. I try for an innocent face. I may be lusting, but I’m not going to act on it.
“Please,” Polly says softly.
He inclines his head and returns to his post near the stairs.
She pushes my back, urging me upstairs. “Hurry, before Vaughn changes his mind.”
Chapter Six
Polly
My heart is racing, and my head isswimmingin martinis, wine, and Oscar’s sexy scent. This night just gets better and better. First I had a blast with Alice and Lina at our 1920s flapper girl night, aka my bachelorette party, and now I get to do something dirty. I’m alone with Oscar! Unprecedented! I’ve never requested private time alone with a man. Never been tempted. It was Alice who made me do it. She swears there’s nothing better than a man going down on you. And guess what? That is not sex. At least not the kind the royal doctor would notice. Pretty sure. Lina agreed wholeheartedly with Alice’s assessment and shared that returning the favor was also hot. That got Louis’s attention and the two of them exchanged longing looks for the rest of the time we were at the bar. They’re probably busy exchanging favors right now. It’s been practically all I could think about ever since. For myself, I mean, not Lina. I believe Alice too. She was dead serious when she shared that and her cheeks were bright red. A telltale sign of true honesty.
Oscar’s been really attentive tonight, and who am I kidding, he reeks of sexual prowess. If ever there was an ideal candidate for a sexual favor, he is it. Also, he’s warm and friendly and speaks French. Ideal times three or four! So many ideal things about him! I didn’t know how to ask Oscar to help me out, so that’s why I brought up Alice’s observations. I’m so glad she overshares. Now I get to have an adventure, and it’s the kind that doesn’t have any dire consequences. A win for virgins everywhere!
We arrive in the upstairs hallway. The light’s on, and I spy two rooms with closed doors. “Which room?” I ask.
He shakes his head, a smile playing over his lips. “You’re lucky you’re with me. Come on.” He inclines his head toward the end of the hallway.
“I am lucky.”
I hear him laugh quietly as I follow him to a door that’s ajar, and he pushes it open. I’m not sure why he’s laughing. Maybe he’s not good with compliments, and they make him laugh uncomfortably. Oh! There’s another set of stairs. I follow him up. His ass is cute in his black trousers. I couldn’t see it so well earlier with his blazer covering it. Hey! We’re on a roof terrace. Only a few couples are up here, sitting on chaise lounges, relaxing and taking in the view.
He goes to a round table with an umbrella and pulls two cushioned chairs around for us to have a view of the sea. I take a seat, and he sits next to me.
“It’s not very private up here,” I whisper. “There’s other couples.” I glance behind us. “And the umbrella is down, so it’s too skinny to hide us from view.”
He inclines his head. Mr. Cool about to have public not-sex. Maybe he has a sneaky way in mind. Like if he kneels in front of me and I just hike up my dress a bit. I flush hot just thinking about it. Wait, he does know he’s supposed to go down on me, right? Maybe I was too subtle. I meant I specifically wantedhimto do it, not just any man making eyes at me. That was a total bluff. Oscar has been my magnet for days. Two days, in fact. Ever since we met.
I glance at him. He’s got a small knowing smirk on his face.
Yeah, he knows. We can get right down to business.
I hike my dress up, nearly to my plain white panties. “Public, shmublic,” I say, adding to my cool casual air. My breath comes a little harder. I stare at the sea, nearly vibrating in anticipation.
His voice drops to a low tone. “We’re here because there’s fewer people on the terrace to hear Princess Polly Lyon spouting off about going down and virgin adventures. Now you can say whatever you want without it biting you in the ass later. You might be in a flapper dress, but I’d be willing to bet people know who you are.”
I deflate. “So we’re not—”
“No.”
Argh. This is so-o-o disappointing. It’s almost like I ditched one chaperone for another. I could’ve sworn he was the guy up for anything. Didn’t Anna say he was the partying player guy? Crap. Maybe she meant player like football player, the regular soccer kind. Just my luck.
But he smells so good. I glance at him, looking all relaxed and sexually confident. I bet he’s good at going down, and he’s purposely keeping it from me.
