door to a very stunning and breathtaking Damien Greystone. He was dressed in a customary tux, but it looked like sin and danger on his body. I stepped back as he walked past me glancing quickly at Vicky. I was about to shut the door when a very grownup and hot as hell blonde-haired, brown-eyed William Creston followed in behind Damien. I had been so caught up in Damien’s beauty, I hadn’t even noticed Will.
William smiled down at me and, grabbing me by the shoulders, leaned in to kiss me on the cheek like we were long-lost friends or something. “Fiona, it’s such a pleasure to see you again.” He gave me a friendly once over before returning his gaze to mine. “You look absolutely stunning.”
I took an involuntary step back and I knew my face must have looked dazed and confused. Shock made me honest. “Well, I wish I could say the same about you. I mean, while you do look handsome in your tux, it’s not all that much of a pleasure to see you again.”
He had the grace to flush, and I saw him dart a quick look at Damien before facing me again, but before he could respond to my blunt honestly, Damien interrupted, “That’s enough, Fiona.”
“No, Dame…she’s right. Walking in here after all these years and greeting her as if I never had anything to apologize for was an asshole thing to do.” He kept his eyes on me as he addressed Damien and his whiskey colored gaze didn’t waver as he continued. “I’m sorry, Fiona. I’m sorry for a lot of things, but right now I’m mostly sorry for treating you as if you’re still the weak girl we treated you as in school.”
The room was silent at his apology, and I realized no matter the man he is now, as children he had been just as caught up as I had been in the hurricane that was Damien Sebastian Greystone. We were all followers back then. Well, all of us except maybe Vicky. “I accept your apology, William.”
His smile was sincere and beautiful. “Thank you, Fiona.”
Damien shattered the moment with his abruptness. “You ladies ready?”
“Yeah, we just have to get our bags and shawls. But-”
Vicky finally spoke up, “Wait a sec, what’s he doing here?” She pointed to Will.
The smile Will gave her fluttered my ovaries. “I’m your date, Vic.”
“My date? What the hell do you mean ‘my date’?”
“When Dame told me you were attending with Fiona, I told him you would be my plus-one.”
The look she gave him would have leveled a lesser man. “Oh, did you now? And the both of you thought this would be a fine idea without running it by anyone first? The ‘anyone’ being me.”
Will snorted at her little women’s lib speech. “Asking you would imply that you had a choice, Stems, and you don’t. You are my date for this evening and, if you act nice, I may even kiss you at the end of the night.”
Damien already had his arms around Vicky’s waist, holding her back. “I’ll show you what you can kiss, you pompous jerk!”
It took no effort on Damien’s part to hold Vicky still. The man was strong and immovable. “Calm the fuck down, Vicky. It’s simple…either you attend with Will or you don’t attend at all.”
“Dame-”
He shot me a look that had no problem shutting me up. “What’s it going to be, Halloween?”
Vicky was spitting mad and spoke before I could. “Fine! No need to threaten Fiona, Damien.”
Only Will seemed to be pleased about all the surrounding chaos. “Great! Can we get going before our guests start to wonder where the G and C of G&C are?”
Vicky mean-mugged him as if he kicked her cat and stomped over to the couch to grab her silver purse and shawl. Will held out his arm, and she wrapped her arm around his so hard he started laughing at her rebellion. I had been joking about YouTube earlier, but now...hmm.
Damien stood next to me, and we both watched silently as Will and Vicky headed for the suite door. I could hear him let out a deep breath as he reached for my shawl and wrapped it around my shoulders. I went to get my purse when I felt his hands on my shoulders hold me still. He leaned down and kissed my neck just below my ear. “You look so breathtaking, if we didn’t have to go to this fucking party, I’d take you home