Unexpected Eva (Triple Trouble #3)(64)

He doesn’t ask; he simply takes me in his arms, assumes his kizomba dance position, and leads me around the floor.

I tilt my head upward. “Hi.”

“Hey, Sunshine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. It’s okay. But I can’t stand another minute not being able to touch you.” He leans in. I close my eyes. Cheek to cheek we step back and forth together in harmony. God, how I love dancing with this man.

When I open my eyes again, over his shoulder, I see Ella is dancing with Fraser and she mouths, I knew it.

As if from nowhere, Eden taps my shoulder. I lean back to find her hanging off Hunter's neck. She’s so short compared to Hunter. But she’s not wanting to talk to me. She asks Knox, “Did you learn all of those dance moves in one lesson, Knox?” She calls over the music, puzzled.

“Yes,” I answer.

While Knox says, “No.”

Flippity flip.

As if the penny drops, Eden’s eyes light up and she puts two and two together.

Hunter bursts out laughing and puts his hand out to shake Knox’s. “Welcome to the family, man.”

Knox doesn’t take it. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“What the fuck ever.” Always playful, Hunter spins Eden around. Eden leans to the side, peeking back, and draws a zip over her mouth.

“We are shit at this,” I whisper in his ear as we continue to dance.

Running my gaze around the dance floor, no one else is looking at us. Even Lincoln has found a new dance partner.

“Do Corey and Shane know?” I ask him.

“They figured it out. They heard you in my office the other day when they were on speakerphone. And they also heard about my auction bid. They’ve been making fun of me all night.”

“You have to buy me to get me.” I poke fun at him.

“Yeah, like Pretty Woman apparently.”

I step back and place my hands on my hips. “I am not a hooker.”

He flings his head back and lets out a rich laugh. I love his laugh.

“You could have fooled me with that barely-there dress you have on. All you need is the thigh-high boots.”

I look down at myself. “My whole body is covered up, Knox.”

Do I look like a hooker?

“I’m joking.” He pulls me into his warm arms again. “You are stunning. I don’t know why you never considered modeling. You have this whole glamazon thing going on. You’re fucking beautiful, Eva. You dazzle me.”

We aren’t moving in time to the music anymore. We’re just holding one another, gently swaying together.

“You smell nice,” I say.

“Tom Ford.”

“Knew it. Is it from the same rich people shop you get the mattresses from?”

He’s boyishly affectionate when he squeezes my waist.

“The exact same shop, Sunshine. What time are you heading home?”

I’m tired now. I check my wristwatch.

“Now?”

“Do you have your key fob?”

I bob my head.

“I’ll see you at home then.”

Home.

He steps back and takes a bow. Lifting my hand to his lips, he kisses it gently, then thanks me for the dance.

With that beautiful gesture, I know he’s lassoed my heart forever.

Standing tall, he smiles at me, but something catches his eye over my shoulder and his face turns to thunder.

I glance back.

There she is.

Tabitha.





CHAPTER 15





Knox

Fuck.

Me.

To.

Hell.

“You didn’t call me, Knox.” Tabitha smiles through innocent words. But it’s laced with a deep unpleasant gaze in Eva’s direction.

What the fuck made me wet my dick inside her I have yet to figure out.

My inner devil screams the word convenience in my ear.

Eva and Tabby couldn’t be more different. My free-spirited Eva, all lush, ethereal, and kindhearted.

Looking at Tabby with a new perspective, all she needs is the leather belt to complete her outfit, and she’s one step away from looking like Miss Trunchbull. Forced and uncomfortable, exactly what sex felt like with her, too.

Eva looks at me with a tilted head as if to say you’re kidding me, you still haven’t broken up with her?

Keeping my distance, I shout over to Tabby. “I forgot. There was a fire in the spa. I’ve had a busy week.”

“What?” Eva exclaims as her eyebrows shoot into her hairline. “Was anyone hurt?” She cares.

I brush it off. “No. It happens all the time. Essential oils mix in with the fabric. You wash them, put them in the dryer, and boom.” Stop waffling on the dance floor, Knox.

I rub my forehead. “I’m sorry. I forgot, Tabby.” I look back at her stern face.

“It’s okay. Do you want to dance?”

“I was leaving.”

“Should I come back to the hotel with you?”

“No.” Never again. “Can we meet this week instead?”

“Yes. Your hotel suite?”

“No,” I say firmly. “I was thinking of meeting elsewhere.”