He wanted to stay there forever. Just the two of them, away from the craziness of the theater, away from the rest of the world that seemed determined to break them apart.
“Someone will see us,” she murmured. He could feel her heart pounding underneath that sexy dress.
“Let them see. Let them splash it across the front page of the papers. I want nothing more than for the world to know I’m yours.”
Elle opened her mouth to speak, and Luke traced her red lips with his thumb. “I have to get back to Troy. He doesn’t deserve this.”
“Fine.” Luke pushed away from the wall, placing his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo.
“I need to use the washroom. Go back now, so we don’t return at the same time.”
“Whatever you want. But this isn’t over.”
Elle swallowed hard, nodding. He smiled to himself as he watched her walk to the ladies’ room. His eyes followed the most beautiful woman in the world clicking her heels against the marble floor, and he had a thought. Saladino damn well better have his game face on.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Troy tapped his fingers on the white linen tablecloth as he stared at the door, waiting for Rigby to emerge. She and the actor had been gone for far too long and he was on the verge of straight-up exasperation. This entire environment made him ridiculously uncomfortable. The gowns, the tuxedos, the pretentious assholes seated at his table. One was drunk off her ass and staring at him with a sick grin on her face.
He attempted to ignore her, but she simply wasn’t having it. “Hey, handsome.” She waited for him to make eye contact. When he did, her next statement came out in a sing-songy tone, as if she was trying to make him feel even worse about his kinda-sorta girlfriend wandering off with her ex. “They’ve been gone an awfully long ti-ime . . .”
“Shut up, Gina,” Whitney snapped. Troy took a sip of his scotch, attempting (yet again) to ignore the intoxicated star of the show, knowing she was probably upset about losing in her category.
“I’m ignoring you, whore.” Gina’s eyes stayed on Troy as she snapped at Whitney.
“Whoa!” Nolan interrupted. “There’s no need for that language.”
“Shut up!” Both women yelled at the actor, who raised his eyebrows and sat back in his chair with his hands up in the air, obviously retiring from the entire conversation.
Nolan nudged Troy in the arm. “I tried, man.”
“I wonder if they’re in the coat closet . . . or a bathroom stall,” Gina said. “Either way, someone’s getting nailed.”
Whitney stood and glared at Gina. “I swear to God, if you say one more thing about my friend I will rearrange your freaking face.”
“It’s all right, Whitney. She’s not bothering me.” Troy attempted to defuse the situation, taking another sip of his drink, trying to calm his nerves. He offered Whitney a polite smile with his lips pressed into a thin line. “No big deal.”
“Bitch,” Gina slurred before taking another sip of champagne. Whitney rolled her eyes and started typing on her cell phone. Troy wondered if she was trying to reach Rigby, to let her know her absence was noticed in a major way.
“Enough,” Rob the director said between clenched teeth. Troy could tell his patience was wearing thin with Gina’s antics. “Reporters and bloggers are all over this place.”
Gina perked up, a smug look on her inebriated face. “Hey, as long as we’re making headlines—”
“I mean it, Gina.” Rob bared his teeth at the actress. “The last thing we need is bad press at the Globes. Get yourself under control . . . right now.”
Kingston returned to the ballroom, and despite the fact his appearance was not disheveled in any way, Troy wasn’t convinced nothing had happened. Trusting Rigby was not his strong suit. He knew he was one to hold a grudge—and he held one against her for a decade. Weeks ago, he promised her he was done with that, promised the grudge would end to give them a real chance. But as he watched the actor casually return to the table, take a sip of his drink, and lean back in the chair to talk quietly with Whitney, Troy’s insecurities bubbled to the surface, and his old friend the grudge yelled at him. Loudly.
She’s not yours. Never has been. Even when she walked down that aisle.
Troy gritted his teeth, waiting for Rigby to return to the theater. A beautiful television star was holding an envelope