“Cap, what have I done to you to deserve this?” I groan as I pull her onto the dance floor, which just makes Emmett laugh.
The song changes to something slow. My hand settles on her waist, high, respectable, Pierre-approved, and I take her other hand in mine. She’s close enough that I can smell her perfume and feel the warmth of her skin through the silver dress, and I have to remind myself that her brothers are watching.
“You matched your tie to me,” she whispers.
“I did.” I smile at her. She bites her bottom lip as her cheeks turn pink. “Don’t tease me, woman. I am holding on by a thread,” I whisper into her ear. “You look incredible tonight.”
“Thanks.” She smiles.
“Fish, that hand has dropped,” Pierre calls out from across the dance floor.
I move my hand back up immediately, and Collette bites her lip to stop laughing. We finish the dance and walk back to the table.
Pierre is grinning. “See? Cap’s a gentleman. He kept his hands in respectable places.”
“It wasn’t me moving my hands,” I argue.
“Sure as hell wasn’t me,” Collette adds with a giggle.
“Oh, come on, you kept moving my hand,” I state.
“You wish.” She grins.
“Respect the sisters, Fish,” Felix adds.
“I do. I would never touch her,” I explain.
“Wow. Thanks,” Collette says, acting offended.
“That’s not what I meant. You’re hot. What I mean is ...”
“What did you just say?” Pierre glares at me.
“Fuck. Nothing.”
“I think he said I was hot.” Collette grins.
“I didn’t mean it,” I say, shaking my head.
“Oh, sorry, now I’m ugly,” Collette continues to tease.
“Fuck. Come on, Lettie. Tell your brothers you’re joking,” I plead with her.
“I’m just teasing, guys. I was the one grabbing his ass.” She smirks, sending a wink my way.
“Fuck.” I groan, scrubbing my face.
“Don’t touch my fucking sister,” Pierre warns, pointing at me.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“What happens if I want him to touch me?” Collette smirks, pushing Pierre’s buttons.
“Seriously? Him?” Pierre looks at her. “Gee, I thought if you wanted anyone on this team, it would be Cap.”
Collette’s eyes widen. And my hand balls into a fist. “Ew. He’s too old. No offence,” Collette tells Emmett.
“None taken,” he says.