Faking Forever (First Wives #4)(72)

She could nearly feel the heat of Victor’s gaze already.

Her small clutch was filled with the necessities. Lipstick, powder, her ID, cell phone, a little bit of cash, and a condom.

She grinned at the last item and snapped her purse closed.

Her doorbell rang and she checked the time.

Five minutes early.

She smiled and grabbed her coat. There was no way she was going to reveal this dress to Victor until they arrived at the event.

Her heels clicked along the tile floor on her way to the door. Shannon tied her belt on the long coat, squared her shoulders, and smiled.

Victor was in a tux. Clean-shaven, his thick, dark hair combed back. She drank him in.

He looked past her eyes to her hair and the bottom of the coat where her dress peeked through. “Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a very long night?”

“Because you’re wise that way?”

He growled and stepped closer for a kiss. “You’re beautiful.”

His lips met hers, soft, simple. “I like the tux.”

“I haven’t met a woman who didn’t.” He winked. “Are you ready?”

Shannon reached around the door and locked it, then remembered the need for a key and retrieved one from her kitchen. She tucked it into her purse, saw the condom, and wondered if she would need it before the end of the night.

Victor placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the waiting limo outside.

“Someone went all out.”

“I only do a couple of these a year. What’s the point of having money if you don’t enjoy it once in a while?”

She thought of the three-thousand-dollar gown she was wearing and said, “I completely agree.”

Because of the infamous LA traffic, it took them nearly an hour to drive to the venue.

Victor poured champagne in the back of the limo and told her about the event.

“They call it Global Task Force. GTF for short. It’s been around for a while but started to get its legs when recycling became a fashion.”

“I didn’t realize tossing my plastic in the right color barrel was fashion.”

“For a lot of people, it is. They do a pretty good job of bringing awareness to smaller cities that haven’t adopted the idea of recycling on a bigger scale. They have events like this one, where computer companies meet with guys like me who make a profit from removing the usable parts and melting down those that aren’t.”

“I thought you were in scrap metal.”

“I am. I’m just using that as an example.”

“Got it. So who am I going to meet tonight?”

He topped off her champagne and smiled. “Some of my oldest clients, like I told you before. Good people. I think you’ll like them.”

Shannon narrowed her eyes. “Most of these events are all about posturing for power.”

“There will be a fair amount of that, but not from me. My accountant told me years ago to pick a couple of charities I could honestly give money to at events like this. My lawyer added that I shouldn’t get heavily involved in the slight chance the charity ended up in scandal.”

“That’s actually really smart.”

Victor leaned back. “And the food is usually pretty decent.”

She laughed. “It’s all about the food.”

“And the company,” he added. His warm eyes held hers.

“There’s probably going to be cameras?”

He nodded. “I thought of that.” He lifted his glass to hers. “We’re exploring our options, right?”

She drank to that.

Limousines and fancy cars lined up. Thankfully, there wasn’t a mob of photographers . . . just a couple that seemed to be there only for the charity.

Victor stepped out of the limo first and offered his hand as she exited the car.

They walked in together, her hand tucked in the crook of his arm. The event was held at a dining hall of a country club that overlooked the Pacific Ocean.

The closer Shannon walked to the coat check, the more her nerves battled her stomach.

Victor shrugged out of his coat and handed it to the young man standing by.

Shannon waited until Victor was done before turning her back to him for his help.

She undid the belt and Victor peeled away her coat.

His gaze heated her back.

The kid in coat check dropped his jaw.

Victor stepped around her. His gaze sizzled and the air snapped all around them. “Whoa.”

Shannon decided, right there and then, that she liked rendering this man speechless.

“Oh, boy, am I in trouble.”

She faked innocence. “Is something wrong?”

Victor wordlessly shook his head.

“Sir?” The kid waiting to take her jacket called Victor’s attention.

“Here,” Victor said, thrusting her coat at him.

Shannon looked over Victor’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You—you’re welcome,” the kid stuttered.

Victor collected himself and placed a possessive hand on her back. “I’m burning that coat,” he whispered in her ear.

“I like that coat.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” His flirty tone and words kept her smiling.

“Is your cardiovascular health that weak?”