As our hands part, Evelyn blatantly looks me up and down. I’m guessing to see if I “fit” in. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Annika’s smirk. I’m guessing she’s thinking I’m not going to get a good review.
“That dress… it’s absolutely divine,” Evelyn says. “Where did you get it? Not that I could wear it, but I always like hearing about where the young people shop.”
Take that, Annika.
“K.H. Boutique. Our friend Kelly owns it.”
“That’s where I know you!” Evelyn says, and all of a sudden she’s talking to me as if we are long-lost friends. “You were a model at the champagne lunch. You looked stunning that day as well. Annika, doesn’t she look stunning? Come, my dear. I have to hear all about this shop.”
Oh my goodness! This is the old woman who grabbed Garrett’s butt!
Before I’m pulled away, Garrett saves the day. “Actually, Evelyn. I promised a few people we’d speak to them before dinner, and I’d love for them to meet Paige. I’ll make sure we find you before the night is over.”
“Oh yes, of course, my dear,” Evelyn says, shooing us away. “You go. We’ll talk. Paige, it was a pleasure meeting you. I do hope you’ll be around for a long time.”
I nod and wave as Garrett pulls me away into a semi-private hallway.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I’m sorry. I had no clue that they would be here. Or that Evelyn would try to steal you.”
“It’s OK. I was just surprised to see them.”
He rubs his hands up and down my arms, trying to comfort me. “I knew it was a possibility that they would be here, but I wasn’t certain. Like I said, Jack and Evelyn are big donors. We usually both come to their functions.”
“A lot of nerve you have showing up with her,” Annika’s voice startles the both of us. “I mean, this is who you left me for? She was sort of pretty at the luncheon, when I looked at her from a distance, that is. Now seeing her up close, I really don’t get it, Garrett. If you want to slum it, who am I to judge? I’m assuming her new tits are on the way?”
“Watch your mouth, Annika. Don’t start drama just because you’re bored and pissed,” Garrett says as I feel the tension radiating from his body. “Is this because you’re mad at how the settlement went down? You knew what would happen if one of us cheated. You just never thought it would be you.”
She takes a step closer, and I now realize what Charlie meant that day when she told me I was about ready to throw a shoe. Because I am freaking angry. How dare she talk to him—us—that way?
“And you expect me to believe that you and… she… weren’t fucking around either? That magically you met after you asked for the separation and you were able to keep your dick in your pants? I knew you’d fuck anything, though I never would have guessed a flat-chested, hillbilly trailer trash would be your type.”
That’s it. She’s done pissed me off.
“I’m sorry, Annika, is it? We didn’t officially meet. I’m Paige.” I stick my hand out for hers, which she of course looks at like it’s diseased. “We could have met when he was in the hospital. See, I was a volunteer there and I went to see him when he was fucking dying and you were nowhere to be found. Though from what I heard you were pretty busy fucking his best friend at the time, so I get why you couldn’t be bothered. And then I heard you still didn’t come to visit because you were too embarrassed, and I would be too if my hair extensions looked like a dead critter on the side of an Alabama road. Or maybe we could have met at any of your nephew’s school functions, but I’m guessing your lip injection appointments interfered with those. Or do you get those from just sucking a lot of dick? Either way. Contrary to your beliefs, we didn’t start dating until well after he asked you for a separation. Because, unlike you, Garrett isn’t a fucking trash human. So, if you would please excuse us, I’m sure your new fuck boy is looking for you. And Garrett likes my tits just fine. He’s told me how much he likes the real things.”
I don’t know who is more shocked at this point. Annika, who’s looking at me like I’m an alien, or Garrett whose grip on me has gotten so tight that I’m about to have trouble breathing.
“Annika!” Trevor yells for her, walking toward us. “Christ, why the fuck? You know what? Who cares. It’s time for dinner. Let’s go. I’m sure you’ve done enough damage.”
He pulls her away as she lets out one more huff. “I’m sorry,” Trevor says, and he actually seems genuinely apologetic. “She and I talked about this before tonight. We didn’t want to start any trouble.”
“Get her out of here,” Garrett says. “Oh. Annika. Before you go, there is one more thing.”
Garrett levels his gaze at Annika. “Happy divorce day. I got a call from my lawyer. Everything is processed. We are officially over.”
I can’t contain my smile as we walk away. I thought he was taking me to the dinner, but instead, he pulls me into an empty room and slams the door shut.
Before I know it, I’m pressed against the door; his lips are slamming into mine in what is absolutely the hottest kiss of my life. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me, which I don’t know how much closer we can get. I thank the heavens that this dress has a slit, as I take that leg and wrap it around his hip, loving the feel of his erection against me.
“What.” Kiss. “In the hell.” Kiss. “Was that?” Kiss.
“What was what?” I ask breathlessly, as his lips move down to the exposed area at my breasts.
“How you went off on Annika. It… it was so damn hot. You swore. Holy shit, I didn’t know you cussing could turn me on so much. And your accent got so thick. I’m going to need you to do that more often.”
I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on myself. But considering his mouth is trying to kiss or suck at every open space of my skin, I can’t.
“Garrett?”
“Yeah, Angel?”
“Do we have to stay for dinner?”
This stops his mouth, and the look he is giving me right now is nothing but fire.
“Hell no, we don’t.”
“Then take me home. Now.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Garrett
I don’t know how I made it to Paige’s house without either getting a ticket or wrecking the car. The fact that I got us back safely while she was sucking on my neck and rubbing her hand over my cock is nothing short of a miracle.
If I have learned one thing tonight, it’s that my sweet Angel has a very dirty side.
One I can’t wait to explore a little more.
I don’t even think I have the engine turned off before Paige and I tear out of the car, racing for her front door. She is fumbling in her purse to find her keys when I come up behind her, my hard length pressing against her ass and my hands on her hips. Which is when I realize…
“Angel, are you not wearing anything under this dress?”
She leans her head back against my chest, her ass slowly moving against my cock, her quest for the keys abandoned. “Kelly said I couldn’t.”