Page 57 of Test the Ice
She glances at me briefly, and I wink. Her warm sigh falls to the arm I have wrapped around her waist, and I make the grave mistake of looking down. Her cleavage catches my eye, the sun-kissed skin begging for my mouth.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Wait,” I quickly say.
I let go of her and tug my shirt up and over my head. I grab a hold of the phone, hit the video button while simultaneously pulling my shirt over her head. Her small arms find the sleeves just as Benedict hits accept.
I tug her to my bare chest, and she relaxes against me.
“He lost his privileges to see you in a bra,” I whisper into her ear.
One of her dimples pops out, and pride fills me to the brim.
“It’s about time–” Benedict’s voice cuts mid-sentence. His jaw flickers with annoyance, and I smile at him like a fool.
There isn’t much, other than winning a hockey game, that can make me feel superior, but having Reese pressed against me and her asshole ex scowling through the phone most definitely comes close.
“Hey, bud.” I dip my chin at him. “Reese said you wanted to video-chat?”
Benedict leans back in his computer chair with the skyline of Chicago in the background. I knew he was a businessman by the way he carried himself, and this proves it.
Reese’s hand finds mine around her waist, and I grip her wrist. Her pulse slams beneath her skin, and I’m not sure if it’s because we’re on the phone with Benedict or because she’s pressed against me.
“Yeah.” Benedict snaps his gaze to Reese while talking to me. “I didn’t know you were there.”
I flick an eyebrow. “Well, we do live together…”
Reese shifts to peer back at me, and my words fade. Our faces are so close that Benedict is likely to have an aneurysm.
“She is my fiancée after all,” I remind him, forcing myself to look at him. “We’re together most of the time.”
Benedict scowls. “Yes, so I’ve heard. Odd that I haven’t seen any photos circling with the two of you. There seems to be plenty of you, Young. But Reese? None.”
He’s beginning to dig.
Noted.
“Well, we wanted to keep our relationship private. Reese has some issues with people digging into her personal life. You know?”
Benedict’s eye twitches, and I smile on the inside.
Silence passes between us, and although he’s trying to be discreet, I watch him survey the house. Unfortunately for him, my arms are around Reese, and we take up so much of the frame that he can’t see much. I find it strange that he hasn’t asked to see his daughter, but I guess that just proves that he really did just want to video-chat to snoop out her new place.
He’s trying to catch Reese in a lie, but I’ll go to the grave with this secret if that’s what it takes. I don’t like him, or the way her entire body tenses when he speaks to her.
“Well…” I'm hoping to make him feel like an idiot with our abrupt exit. “We’re a little busy, so we’re going to go.”
“Busy…” The word drags out of his mouth as he lazily scans Reese. “What are you wearing?”
I answer for her. “My shirt. It looks better on her, huh?”
Benedict says nothing.
I grin, and then he does too.
His gaze shifts back to her. “I can’t help but notice that you’re still not wearing a ring…”
Come on, Reese.
