“You see why we just had to come over and introduce ourselves.” An older gentleman says to me.
“It’s a pleasure to meet anyone who knew my father. Any friend of his…” My eyes wander over the shoulder of the man in front of me, and my words trail off.
She’s here. My woman.
And fuck. Annie was right, she looks like royalty. Like a goddamn queen. She looks like mine.
My heart gives an extra squeeze and I have to swallow before I can speak again.
“Excuse me.” I know I’m being rude, but I don’t wait for a response.
There’s too much space between Sasha and myself, but I use the time it takes me to reach her to take in every detail. Every inch of her is glowing. Her shiny mane of hair. Her glittering eyes. Her lips. Her dress. That fucking dress that somehow equally embodies innocence and sin. The dusty rose color says good girl, but the way it sparkles over her curves whispers sultry goddess.
Just looking at her has my pulse quickening and my cock hardening.
I’m a few feet away when I notice who she’s talking to. Or better yet, what she’s talking to. A man. He’s her age and he looks way too interested in my girlfriend.
When Sasha’s eyes slide to me, I can tell that she knew I was coming. There’s a knowing blush on her cheeks. The little minx knows exactly what she’s doing to me in that damn getup.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I stop within touching distance. “Sasha.”
Sasha smiles up at me. “Good evening, Mr. Mazzanti. Are you enjoying the event so far?”
“Very, very much.” I drag my eyes down her body.
She nods towards the man who’s standing far too close to her. “This is Jordan, from marketing.”
Turning my gaze, I catch him looking at Sasha’s chest. When he hears that Sasha just introduced him, his eyes jolt up to mine. The anger on my face has him paling.
I lean towards him and lower my voice. “Go away.”
