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“She’s clearly working on it,” Mina says, still smoking her e-cigarette like a gangster. If I smoked, I would mimic her style, I find it so alluring.
I still try to keep my gaze away from the VIP table where Orion has been chopping it up with his family. The last time I accidentally let my eyes graze over him, he still looked miserable.
“Well, she’s doing a fine job keeping him away from this one,” Lina says.
All eyes take notice of me.
I slap a hand on my chest. “Keep him away from me? Why would Orion have to be kept away from me?”
“You really need to ask?” Mina winces, exhaling a perfect billow of smoke past her twisted lips.
I really don’t know how to respond to what she just said. Other than, “I’ve worked for Orion for four and half years. He’s been…” I feel like running him down is the wrong thing to do in this situation.
Mina peps up as she takes the cigarette out of her mouth. “He’s been what?”
“Never interested in me, and vice versa,” I say.
She snorts a laugh. “Weddings can do that to you.”
I frown. “Do what?”
“Change dynamics.”
I shake my head. She’s crazy. There will be no dynamic changing between Orion and me. I think the only reason he’s been on his best behavior is because he doesn’t want me to quit. I do his work for him, and that’s all he’s concerned about preserving.
Zeroing in on me, Mina’s lips part as if she’s going to say something else but the music strikes up. The table bursts out in laughter after Achilles playfully dedicates the first song to his wife, which is “Super Freak” by Rick James. My eyes find Orion’s and he’s laughing. Even he has to concede that the paradox of his uptight brother getting the band to play that song for Treasure Grove is funny.
“Delilah! Time to show us what you got,” Ben says, taking off his vest while rising to his feet. His hand is outstretched toward me. He wants to be my first dance and I’m willing to fulfill his wishes but a body is standing next to me. I look up and into the eyes of one gorgeous man, and he’s not Ben.
“Shall we dance?” This other fellow asks.
CHAPTER9
I’m Not Jealous
ORION LORD
Delilah has been avoiding my attention to her throughout dinner. And now she’s dancing with Lynx Grove. What’s his deal anyway? He and I have hung out in the same circles twice or maybe three times in the past year. There was the bachelor party. A stripper wanted to dry hump him and he wanted nothing to do with her. I had thought he wasn’t into women, and frankly, to each his own, but I can now see that I guessed wrong.
“Orion, I think we should talk, go somewhere private,” Heather shouts over the music.
I’m set to respectfully decline going anywhere with her. I know what she wants, and I’m not in the mood to give it to her. Delilah is twirling rapidly like a ballerina. I absentmindedly rub my chest as I see a snapshot of her dancing around me. Her leg is up, ankle on my shoulder. I resist the urge to slip my fingers inside under the crotch of her panties and then inside of her. I sense that I wanted to see how she looked when she climaxed. And I saw her face when she let go. My cock tightens as it grows.
Did we…?
“Orion, did you hear me?” Heather shouts in my ear.
“Shit.” I’m on my feet. Heather has been like a fucking gnat. The only reason she showed up is because my mother told her I was here and that the card at our table had her name on it. She took that as proof that she was still on the guest list, and hopped on a morning flight from JFK to Las Vegas. She told the people at the front desk that she was my girlfriend and would be sharing a room with me. I’ve allowed Heather to impose her will on me for the two months I’ve been doinking her and she’s been doinking me. Our sex has been motivated by mutual lust, the fleeting kind, and we both agreed it wouldn’t go anywhere. Now she’s trying to change the plan. Before the ceremony started, I went down to the front desk and made sure Heather was given her own room far away from mine and made sure her access to our private floor was revoked. I don’t want Delilah to get the wrong idea.
Delilah has stopped twirling her sexy body. She’s such a good dancer. Her moves are smooth, graceful, and concise. I can stand along the sidelines and watch her dance for hours. I stop in my tracks when Lynx pulls her close as the fast song ends and the slow song starts.
“What the fuck, Lynx,” I mutter. He wants to wait until this weekend to make a move on her?
Her arms are around his neck and her eyes are closed as they sway to a catchy tune about a guy being head over heels and it shows.
“Orion,” my brother Hercules says loudly as his palm slams down on my shoulder. I absorb the sting as if it’s nothing as I force my attention off Delilah to glare at him.
“What do you want?” I ask with controlled agitation.
