Part 9 (1/2)

I've been waiting all d.a.m.n day on Tag to show up and end this s.e.xual frustration, but he hasn't made a move. The only thing he has done is be swarmed with wedding stuff. Who knew the best man had to be so involved?

The rehearsal dinner is going on right now, so I just stayed in my room. I'm not part of the wedding party, and I'm too wound up to sit down. I'd be squirming in my seat if I had to watch Tag stand beside the groom while they ran through a mock ceremony.

I'm sure he looks s.e.xy in whatever outfit he's wearing. Hopefully, this daring black dress will have some effect on him.

It's a very formal event tonight, and my dress is s.e.xy-elegant. The low dip shows off my cleavage, while the tasteful straps slide over my arms with their pricy fabric - courtesy of Billy for being his pretend date.

The long dress stops just at my feet, while the daring split rises all the way up my leg to my thigh. My hair has been dressed in elegant curls, and a black, s.h.i.+mmering flower ties the front right side of my hair back.

I look out the window, noticing the crowds have broken apart and the party is starting.

Finally.

I huff as I walk over to open my door, but my heart stops when I see Tag standing there, looking beyond hot as he leans against my doorframe, staring down at me with his devilishly perfect grin.

His icy blues match the s.h.i.+rt under his suit and tie. It should be so illegal for someone to look like this. His dark hair gleams under the low light of the hallway, and he reaches out his arm for me to take.

”Well, I was planning on detaining you for an hour or two, but now that I see how incredible you look, I'd hate to undo anything,” he says with his grin still intact as I take his arm.

”Thanks. You did have the rest of the day to detain me though,” I say, lightly sulking.

”Do I detect a hint of disappointment, Ms. Branderwood?”

The delight in his tone is too... irresistible.

”Don't be cute, Mr. Masters.”

He lets a laugh free, and then he leans over to my ear as we descend the staircase to the room full of people.

”At least you got to come earlier,” he crudely releases, his hot breath stinging against my sensitized skin.

I s.h.i.+ver lightly, and then I look back to find his daring grin and excited eyes.

”Yes I did. I also tried to return the favor when my mouth was-”

He interrupts me when he jerks my face to meet his as my body crashes against the wall of the staircase with numerous gasps following.

”Christ,” he murmurs against my lips. ”I swear you're f.u.c.king with my head.”

I'm f.u.c.king with his head? I'm the one dying for his touch.

”Let's get this party s.h.i.+t over with, and then I want you to stay with me again tonight. This time, though, it won't be so innocent,” he says, sounding a.s.sertive.

Mmm.

I grin, and then we pull back to see all the giggling faces turning away. He adjusts his tie and takes my hand again until we reach the bottom of the stairs. I feel a pang of disappointment when he releases me, and then I feel a tug of jealously as some gorgeous girl comes to drape her arms around him before kissing him directly on the lips.

Well that sucks.

I start to walk off, when I feel his arm around me, pulling me back to his perfect body.

”Emry, hey,” he says nervously. ”I didn't think you were invited to the wedding.”

”I'm not, but there's no rule about someone who was invited bringing me as their date,” she says while dusting her blond locks from her shoulder, and then her eyes cut to glare at me. ”One of your wh.o.r.es?”

”I'm just gonna go find Billy,” I murmur awkwardly when I realize she's apparently one of his many conquests, but Tag refuses to let me retreat.

”Actually, Ash is Bity's best friend, and at the moment, she's my best friend, too. I'm going to head out, call security, and then I'll be able to enjoy the night,” he grumbles while wrapping his arm around me again and dragging me outside.

”Ex-girlfriend?”

”Never had a girlfriend. She's just a crazy stalker who wanted me and Wren,” he briskly explains before walking up to a broad man in a black suit. ”Emry Monroe is here. Get rid of her before she f.u.c.ks up Wren's night.”

”Yes, Sir,” the guy spouts before rus.h.i.+ng into the house.

”That bad?” I ask worriedly.

”Nothing to worry about,” he says with some rea.s.surance.

His grip loosens on me as his stride slows, and I turn to watch the girl being forcefully ushered out as she curses the security guards.

”Do you really drive women that crazy?” I playfully retort.

Tag She has no idea how crazy Emry was before I ever met her. I'm not going to elaborate right now either.

”Have I been driving you crazy?” I ask as I pull her out to the center of the dancing area set up with a faux dancing platform.

We settle in amongst a few couples in love, and I pull her arms around my neck as mine slide to clasp around her waist.

”Maybe a little. So, how have you never had a girlfriend?” she asks curiously.

I shouldn't haven given that little tidbit away. Everything I blurt out in front of her reminds me how different I am when she's around. Each second I'm lost in those deep blues is another second I feel less like my normal self.

”I'm not boyfriend material. It's just easier to tell girls up front what I can offer, and that's just it. After a few 'dates' we part ways, usually on friendly terms. You ready to run away now?”

Her face gives nothing away, and my breath catches in my throat when she takes far too long to respond.

”So you just take them to your house, screw them a couple of times, and then send them on their way?” she bluntly asks.

”Never my house. I learned a long time ago that some women are crazy. It's their house, a hotel, or a car.”

Why the f.u.c.k did I just say that out loud? Christ. I need a padlock for my lips.

She pulls back, and my eyes look up to see Bity snarling at us as he sips his whiskey - alone.

”I need to go check on Billy. I'll catch up with you later,” she says a little distantly.