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Authors: Emma Hart
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right now, Samuel Edwards.” She steps closer to me, craning her neck upwards to look at me. “I’m wearing four inch heels which will be snapping my feet by midnight, so if you piss me off, you should know that I can, and will , stick said heel so far up your manhood you’ll need your crown jewels sliced open to get it back out. Are we understood?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Perfectly.”
“Excellent.” She smiles. “Let’s go, shall we?”
I offer her my arm, letting Alec and Lexy pass by. Jen slips her arm into mine, still fidgeting with her dress.
“Stop messing with it,” I mutter.
“It’s annoying,” she grumbles. I open the front door for her, stopping her just before she goes through. “What?” she asks, her eyebrows going up.
“Just leave it alone,” I say softly, meeting her eyes. “You look beautiful.”
Her expression softens, her face relaxing. A slight flush rises in her cheeks, and she smiles a little. Her eyes sparkle, and her grip on my arm tightens for a split second.
“Thank you,” she says with a slight cough. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Just make sure your trousers stay up, and you’ll pass for civilised.”
I go through the door with her, letting it close behind me, and smile slightly.
God love her defensive sarcasm.
Chapter Eight
JEN
The large hall Emily rented for Si’s 50 birthday is perfect. A huge buffet table lines the far wall, and there’s loads of tables in the area surrounding it. The place is already buzzing with activity, and I understand the fancy dress code.
All the women are wearing long dresses, or at the very least, dresses that cost as much as my university tuition for the year. The men are in suits, and most of their ties or bows match their wives’ dresses. Like Bing’s tie matches mine.
And let a seagull shit on your hair, does he wear that suit and tie like a pro.
Hey, Daniel Craig, move on over. There’s a new Bond in town, and his annoyingly sexy ass is standing right next to mine. I have to admit, as much as I dislike Bing, if I had to be saved from a burning building by someone, I wouldn’t mind being saved by him.
It’s the arms. They’re nice arms. Don’t judge me.
Lexy slides up next to me, sipping a glass of wine.
“This is fancy,” I mutter.
She smirks. “Mum likes to go all out.”
“Is this what you escaped being in Devon for your birthday?”
She nods serenely, smiling at someone walking past. “Yep, except mine probably would have been bigger. In Mum’s social circle, eighteen is important. She asked me if I wanted to have a party when we got back to London, and I said not in a million years.”
“I don’t blame you. At all.” My eyes scan the hall, and I find Bing standing in the corner opposite a girl in a red dress and a boy in a suit. I squint a little, and recognise the girl as Jayna, which means the guy with her is Adrian. I sigh, nudging Lexy.
Her eyes dart to the corner, and I can see the tightening of her jaw. “They wouldn’t actually do anything, would they?”
My grip on my glass tightens. “Well, her parents are here, but I don’t know so I can’t say. Adrian… From that day in the art store, I wouldn’t put it past him.”
Bing nods his head once, and turns to us, leaving Jayna pouting after him. He crosses the room, turning heads as he walks. Is it wrong I feel a little smug I’m here with the guy all the single women – and some of the married ones – want? No? Okay then, I’ll put my smugness switch on full.
I silently chuckle at my own thoughts. I need a brain to… Brain filter, apparently. Huh.
“What were you doing talking to them?” Lexy bites out, smiling sweetly in Adrian’s direction.
“I was telling him to keep away from you tonight,” Bing replies. “Don’t worry, sister dear, I wasn’t planning on whisking the cheap version of Betty Boop out of here on horseback.”
I snort. Bing glances at me.
“Something funny, Jennifer?” He smirks a
I raise my eyebrows. “Perfectly.”
“Excellent.” She smiles. “Let’s go, shall we?”
I offer her my arm, letting Alec and Lexy pass by. Jen slips her arm into mine, still fidgeting with her dress.
“Stop messing with it,” I mutter.
“It’s annoying,” she grumbles. I open the front door for her, stopping her just before she goes through. “What?” she asks, her eyebrows going up.
“Just leave it alone,” I say softly, meeting her eyes. “You look beautiful.”
Her expression softens, her face relaxing. A slight flush rises in her cheeks, and she smiles a little. Her eyes sparkle, and her grip on my arm tightens for a split second.
“Thank you,” she says with a slight cough. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Just make sure your trousers stay up, and you’ll pass for civilised.”
I go through the door with her, letting it close behind me, and smile slightly.
God love her defensive sarcasm.
Chapter Eight
JEN
The large hall Emily rented for Si’s 50 birthday is perfect. A huge buffet table lines the far wall, and there’s loads of tables in the area surrounding it. The place is already buzzing with activity, and I understand the fancy dress code.
All the women are wearing long dresses, or at the very least, dresses that cost as much as my university tuition for the year. The men are in suits, and most of their ties or bows match their wives’ dresses. Like Bing’s tie matches mine.
And let a seagull shit on your hair, does he wear that suit and tie like a pro.
Hey, Daniel Craig, move on over. There’s a new Bond in town, and his annoyingly sexy ass is standing right next to mine. I have to admit, as much as I dislike Bing, if I had to be saved from a burning building by someone, I wouldn’t mind being saved by him.
It’s the arms. They’re nice arms. Don’t judge me.
Lexy slides up next to me, sipping a glass of wine.
“This is fancy,” I mutter.
She smirks. “Mum likes to go all out.”
“Is this what you escaped being in Devon for your birthday?”
She nods serenely, smiling at someone walking past. “Yep, except mine probably would have been bigger. In Mum’s social circle, eighteen is important. She asked me if I wanted to have a party when we got back to London, and I said not in a million years.”
“I don’t blame you. At all.” My eyes scan the hall, and I find Bing standing in the corner opposite a girl in a red dress and a boy in a suit. I squint a little, and recognise the girl as Jayna, which means the guy with her is Adrian. I sigh, nudging Lexy.
Her eyes dart to the corner, and I can see the tightening of her jaw. “They wouldn’t actually do anything, would they?”
My grip on my glass tightens. “Well, her parents are here, but I don’t know so I can’t say. Adrian… From that day in the art store, I wouldn’t put it past him.”
Bing nods his head once, and turns to us, leaving Jayna pouting after him. He crosses the room, turning heads as he walks. Is it wrong I feel a little smug I’m here with the guy all the single women – and some of the married ones – want? No? Okay then, I’ll put my smugness switch on full.
I silently chuckle at my own thoughts. I need a brain to… Brain filter, apparently. Huh.
“What were you doing talking to them?” Lexy bites out, smiling sweetly in Adrian’s direction.
“I was telling him to keep away from you tonight,” Bing replies. “Don’t worry, sister dear, I wasn’t planning on whisking the cheap version of Betty Boop out of here on horseback.”
I snort. Bing glances at me.
“Something funny, Jennifer?” He smirks a
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