Chapter Seven #3
“Miss Prescott? My, aren’t we formal all of a sudden?
” she says with a tone that sounds like I’d previously been very informal with her.
Fuck. “What are the odds! I didn’t even know you were here this weekend,” she says, and I don’t know why she would.
We went out twice, both for benefits and more importantly, for show, because it looks better when I’m accompanied to those types of events.
We’ve never spoken outside of those nights.
But I already know Saint is going to have a million questions about who she is and why she’s so familiar with me.
“Hi, I’m Halle.” Saint speaks up, and I’m wondering if she’s going to elaborate one way or the other about who she is to me, but she doesn’t, and Quinn shakes her hand with a smile.
“Quinn Prescott. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Saint nods with a smile I know to be fake before turning to me. “Sebastian, I’m going to go meet my friends,” she says, and I can already hear the subtext in those words. I am about to make you as pissed off and jealous as I am.
The hell you are. “Nuh-uh. Wait a second.” I grab her hand just before she’s out of reach, pulling her not hard but hard enough that she stumbles backward into me, and my hand wraps around her waist to steady her.
I tighten my hand on her hip, and I feel the tiny tremor move through her that she tries to hide.
Good. I know that made your pussy wet.
“It was nice to see you, Miss Prescott.” I say in my best dismissive tone, hoping she gets the message that this “stop and chat” was over.
“Let me know when you’re back in Seattle? Maybe we could go out again?” she says, and the undeniable subtext pisses me off. Even if I wasn’t in a very serious relationship with the woman next to me, I hate that Quinn was trying to stake some claim on me as if she had any right to do so.
I know once I explain to Saint that I have not slept with this woman, she will calm down a little bit. But I also know I’m going to have to explain most of that while my tongue is on her clit. Not that I’m complaining.
I’m just about to respond that I’m seeing someone, so that wouldn’t be happening when Saint speaks up. “That’s not possible.” She gives her a saccharine smile before she turns more into me, making it very obvious as to why it’s not possible.
“Oh, I… I didn’t realize…” she says before narrowing her gaze at me.
“You attended the last Heritage Center Gala alone just a few weeks ago, so… I just assumed you weren’t seeing anyone…
serious,” she says before turning her gaze to Saint as if to imply she was probably no more than a fling.
“But have fun while you’re here in New York,” she says snidely before she walks away without another look toward either of us.
Saint’s eyes meet mine, and I can see the fire in them before she storms away.
I’m grateful that she doesn’t make her way toward her friends because we need to talk, and we need to do so away from their prying eyes and ears.
I follow her out of the main area and into a dark hallway where she’s standing against one of the deep burgundy-colored walls with the most gorgeous scowl on her face.
“Start talking,” she grits out.
“Can I kiss you first?”
“No.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I can tell her patience is wearing thin, but I press my luck a little further, hoping she’ll let me touch her.
“Please.” I move closer, and she puts her hand out to stop me, putting her palm flat against my chest. My head drops as I let out a defeated sigh. “I took her to two benefits. Just for show, Saint. It just looks better when you attend with someone,” I explain, praying she will understand.
“You know what I’m asking.”
“I didn’t sleep with her.” I swallow nervously, knowing she’s going to hate this second part. “But I did kiss her.”
Her eyes widen, and tears flood her big brown eyes, making them appear even brighter than usual. “Are you kidding me?”
“It was this past year when we weren’t talking.
” I run a hand through my hair, knowing that I didn’t do anything wrong but still feeling like I cheated on her.
“It meant nothing. She was hinting all night about wanting to come home with me, and when I dropped her off, she asked me to come inside, and I blew her off. I felt bad.” I grab her angry face and make her look at me.
“But not as bad as I’d feel about sleeping with someone who wasn’t you. ”
She blinks away the tears and chews on her bottom lip as she does sometimes when she’s thinking about something. “Just a kiss?”
“Just a kiss and definitely not the way I’ve ever kissed you.
Saint, it’s been you my whole life. But for most of my life, I’ve thought you weren’t an option.
So sometimes I tried to entertain myself with something else because briefly it would make me forget how miserable I am without you.
” I squeeze her face harder. “But I’ve never lied to you.
You are the only woman I’ve ever fucked, made love to, whatever.
This is the only pussy I’ve ever touched or kissed or fucked with my tongue or my fingers,” I tell her as I grip her between her legs.
I reach around and cup her ass, squeezing it harder than I gripped her cunt.
“This is the only ass I’ve spent days—probably months thinking about.
” I push my face into her hair and then trail my lips down her face.
“Wild,” she moans, and I smile, knowing she’s not as mad as I thought she’d be.
“Oh good, you’re back. You throwing your little tantrum and calling me Sebastian almost sent me over the edge.”
She pushes me back slightly so she can glare at me. “Keep your lips off other women, Sebastian. I mean it.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that again,” I tell her.
She tilts her chin upward, and I see the want and need in her eyes. “Still want that kiss?”
“I always want that kiss,” I say before I plant my mouth on hers, feeding her the rest of my apology even though I know she’s forgiven me. “I love you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“I love you too,” she mewls, and just as I’m pushing my hands into her hair, while continuing to kiss her like I never wanted to come up for air, I hear “Oh. My. God.” right next to us.