Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Especially now.
I have no idea what Hook is planning tonight. A public announcement of our marriage, yes, but I doubt he’s going to be happy standing on the bar and declaring it for everyone present. No, he’ll go about it in a uniquely Hook way. I shiver.
It’s late enough that the lounge is more than half filled. I recognize Gaeton sprawled in one nook and smile a little when he raises a hand in greeting. A flash of pink hair draws my attention, and I turn to find Aurora bearing down on me. Before I have a chance to react, she throws her arms around me and gives a strong hug that belies her delicate build. “I was so worried about you!”
“I’m sorry.” I don’t know why I’m apologizing.
She takes a hold of my shoulders and leans back. “I didn’t even know you were leaving, and then you were just gone and Hades had people packing up your room. Are you okay?” She takes me in with a glance. “You look great, but you always look great.”
I can’t help but smile. A real smile. Aurora is so fucking sweet, sometimes she makes my teeth ache. It’s genuine with her. She’s just a good person. “I’m okay.” I nod at her outfit. “You’re looking good tonight, too.” She’s wearing a white underbust corset that highlights her trim waistline and a gauzy fabric draped in a way that’s almost a dress. It highlights her light brown skin and I can see her nipples through the top of it. The folds beneath the bottom of the corset mostly obscure her around her hips and leave her legs bare. She is, of course, barefoot and wearing the collars all the submissives on staff wear while on shift.
Strange to think I’ll never wear mine again.
“Thanks.” She smiles, before the expression falls away. “Seriously, though. What can I do? I can’t believe Hades just kicked you out.”
I can’t really believe it either, but the time for being pissed about it has come and gone. “You know me, Aurora. I always land on my feet.”
“Still, I’m here if you need anything. Absolutely anything.”
The wave of affection that rises in response to her offer nearly takes me off my feet. I’ve tried to hold myself separate, to drive people back with my shitty attitude, but it never fazed Aurora. Her bubbly attitude is infectious and if I was anyone else, we might even be considered friends. Maybe? I’m not even sure what real friendship looks like. Growing up, I moved homes too often to set down anything resembling roots or form lasting friendships. Then I was with Peter and anyone close to me painted a target on their chest, so people kept their distance and I did the same.
Her gaze flicks over my shoulder. “Don’t look now, but here comes Hook.”
I sigh. “Yeah, about that …” I hold up my left hand.
Her jaw drops. “What? No. Seriously? No way.”
“Yes, way.” I almost manage not to tense as Hook’s arms come around me, and he plasters himself against my back and props his chin on my head. His skin is warm against mine, and even as I tell myself to stand firm, I get a little melty.
“Hi, Hook,” her voice is very small, and her eyes are very wide.
“Hey, Aurora. Nice dress.” He gives me a squeeze. “You want a drink, wife?”
Oh, so it’s like that. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet when he said that. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see heads swiveling in our direction. Then the whispers start. I grit my teeth and turn in his arms to press my hands to his chest. It’s a mistake—touching Hook is always a mistake—but jerking away is conceding defeat, and that’s something I’ll never do. I look up into his laughing eyes and have to fight the urge to jab him in the throat. “Subtle. Really subtle.”
Thankfully, he lowers his voice. “You know me, Tink. I don’t have a subtle bone in my body.” He lowers his hands, too, and the sound he makes in the back of his throat when he cups my ass has my pussy giving an answering zing. He drags me closer yet and, yes, I can feel his very unsubtle boner pressing against my stomach.
“Control yourself.”
“Never.” He grins. “Have a drink with me. If you manage not to stab me with something for the duration, I’ll give you your surprise.”
I do not understand this man. I don’t think I ever have, no matter what I told myself. The way he relishes every confrontation with me can’t possibly be real. It has to be an act, and one that will bite me in the ass sooner rather than later. I glare up at him, and my ire only seems to make him more delighted. Finally, I sigh. “Yes, I’ll have a drink. I want a—”