Southern Comfort - Natasha Madison Page 0,82
the office exactly like it was at home. I was so overwhelmed that I thanked him right there on the desk.
“But I thanked him already.” Casey moans, and I look over at him. I forced him to wear slacks today, and you would think I asked him to pull out his wisdom teeth. He looked over at me and gave me a list of sexual positions we would have to do in order for him to dress like that. I rolled my eyes the whole time, but little did he know that I was probably more excited than he was.
When we get to the big mayor’s house, two men in tuxedos wait for us. One opens my door and the other runs to the other side and opens Casey’s. I step out and my heels click on the sidewalk as I wait for Casey to come around the truck. He grabs my hand and then kisses me silly right here in the middle of the sidewalk while people arrive. “I hate when you wear pants,” he says, and I look down at my white capri pants I wore for the night with my one-sleeved black shirt. “It just takes longer to do you when we get home.”
I shake my head. “Since when are pants an issue with you?” I ask him while we walk up the walkway. “Two days ago, I wore yoga pants at breakfast.” I smile, thinking back of how he just peeled off one leg and just left the other leg covered.
“That was not my fault.” He smirks at me. “You bent over.”
“To get a fork I dropped.” I throw my head back and laugh. “It was not an invitation.”
He shrugs when we walk up the five steps, and the door is opened for us. It’s an old Victorian house with the American flag hanging beside the front door. “Welcome.”
“Thank you,” I say, walking in and seeing the high ceiling with a crystal chandelier. “This is beautiful,” I say, taking in all the old Victorian touches everywhere. The spiral staircase on the side of the room, and the pictures of the family all along them. “Do they really live here?”
“If you are mayor, you live here,” Casey says from beside me. “So he has no choice but to move in here, no matter how much he bitches.”
“But doesn’t his father live here?” I look over at him and spot servers walking around with champagne on trays. I take a glass and look back at Casey. “Awkward giving your father the pink slip to move out.”
“It’s about time,” Casey says, and then we walk past the room on the right that has the mayor’s office on the closed door. “We need new blood.”
I don’t have a chance to ask him what he means when we come into the big open room that leads out to the huge backyard. Where over a hundred people all stand mingling with each other. I spot Beau standing next to his father and then look next to him and see someone else. “Who is that?” I ask Casey, pointing.
“That’s Liam, Beau’s brother,” he says, leaning in. “He’s also a fucking tool.” I shake my head as we walk out onto the back patio, and I spot Kallie and Jacob with Ethan standing on one side.
“Look at how pretty the willow tree is,” I say, pointing at the tree and then turning to smile at Kallie, who is dressed in a pencil skirt with a button-down shirt. “Hello, everyone.”
“Hello, yourself,” Kallie says. “What took you so long?”
I shrug my shoulder and take a sip of the champagne, not getting into the real reason we are late. I’m sure she doesn’t want to know it was because her brother tore off another pair of panties and had his way with me. “I didn’t know what to wear.”
“This is something, right?” Jacob says, shaking his head. “I bet you Beau fucking hates this.”
We all look over at him and see that he’s pulling the shirt from around his neck. “Can I go to the swing?” Ethan asks. Jacob nods his head, and we watch him run away.
“How long do we have to stay?” Casey asks, and I groan and then the chatter around us stops and we all look toward the door where Savannah stands. “Jesus, even eight years later, people still fucking point.” I watch her as she looks around, and you can see she’s not happy to be here. She is wearing a tight