Secret (Betrothed #9) - Penelope Sky Page 0,33
in bed together, that she couldn’t believe just how sexy I was, that she couldn’t handle my cut physique, that she couldn’t believe I was real.
So that made it worthwhile.
Her friends stared at me too—a lot.
She introduced me to a few people, and she was initially surprised at how well I could handle myself, shake hands with strangers and make small talk, even make people laugh. The longer the night went on, the more impressed she became.
When we had a minute alone together, she turned to me, her eyes almost level with mine because of the sky-high heels on her feet, adding at least five inches of height to her petite size. “You look really good in that suit…” She looked me up and down as she drank from her glass, smearing her red lipstick against the edge.
I knew she was used to seeing powerful men dressed that way, like her brother and Hades. I took the compliment without issuing a comeback. “Not as good as you do in that dress.” If this event weren’t important to her, I would take her into a bathroom and fuck her in a stall.
She smiled slightly, her eyes playful.
“I can’t wait to see how that suit looks on my bedroom floor.”
I cocked my head slightly, enjoying the way she objectified me. My arm circled her waist, and my hand pressed into her bare back, my fingers digging into the muscles surrounding her spine. I pulled her into me and kissed her, the kiss a little inappropriate for the setting, but she didn’t pull away.
She liked it.
I ended the kiss and kept my forehead against hers, loving it when she was this height. I knew men liked their woman short, but I liked it when she was elevated, when I could look her in the eye without bending my neck down. In general, I preferred taller women because of my height, but all Catalina had to do was pull on heels to meet that requirement. And during sex, it didn’t matter what her height was.
She cleared her throat and pulled away, knowing the affection would only escalate if she didn’t end it before it got out of hand. She brought the glass to her lips and downed the rest of it.
“Want another?” I took it from her fingertips.
“If you don’t mind.”
“I never mind.” I also wanted something stronger from the bar because this bubbly shit was lame.
She grabbed my wrist to stop me before I left. “I have to say, I had no idea you could be a gentleman.”
I came back to her, leaning in close. “I can be anything. I just choose not to be.” I kissed her on the cheek before I walked away. I glanced at her friends as they stood together near the bar, watching us like we were their favorite soap opera on TV. With looks of longing in their eyes, they seemed like they wanted exactly what we had.
That meant I did my job right.
I got to the bar and ordered my drink.
When I turned to look at Catalina, she wasn’t alone. Someone quickly swooped in to speak to her the instant she wasn’t preoccupied with me. He was slightly shorter than me, good-looking, and seemed to be a few years older than me. He wore a dark blue suit, his hands in his pockets as he spoke to her. But I didn’t like the way he stared at her.
It was the way I stared at her.
I grew impatient as I waited for my drink, wanting to return to my woman so I could chase off this dog.
But she continued to talk to him like she knew him well, like he wasn’t some random guy making a pass at her. He came closer to her and continued to speak, his hands staying in his pocket, but his proximity was inappropriate.
I could read people well. I did it for a living. And I didn’t like what I was reading.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, her body language showing her mood.
The drinks were finally given to me, and I returned, ready to knock this guy’s teeth out in front of everyone he knew.
The guy glanced at me, a subtle reaction of unease coming over his face as if he wanted to avoid me.
Too fucking late.
I returned to her and handed her the champagne. “Baby.” I didn’t need to call her that because I wasn’t addressing her at all, but I blanketed her in my affection before I wrapped my