“Fine, then Sully would be the second option,” Pierre adds.
I’m starting to get fucking angry.
“I like how you are pimping out your team to your sister there,” Sully adds.Good call, Sully.
“Wait. What? No, I’m not,” Pierre says.
“Kind of sounds like it, babe.” Issy smirks, joining in.
“Bro, I think you’ve had too much eggnog.” Felix chuckles.
“I’m so confused. How did we get here in the conversation?” Pierre says, shaking his head.
“I was yanking your chain, that’s how.” Collette grins.
“You’re so annoying,” Pierre grumbles.
“Sorry, Fish, for involving you in my prank,” Collette tells me.
“So you should be. He was ready to murder me, and I’m too pretty to be murdered,” I tell her.
“Come here, and I’ll make it better.” She smirks, holding out her arms for me. I start to walk over, but Emmett grabs me.
“You’re walking into another trap,” Cap teases.
“Fuck. Lettie, you’re bad.” I point at her, thinking of all the things I’m going to do to make her pay when we’re alone.
“This is payback for all the shit I’ve had to put up with all year from you.” She continues to play the part.
“Me?”
“All your social media troubles,” she says, raising a brow.
“I’m a good boy, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
Collette rolls her eyes at me.
“You’re not such a good boy on your private accounts, are you?” she throws back. I still. We have a private account and um … yeah, I’m not good on it at all.
“How do you ...?” My eyes narrow on her, and then I turn and walk away, because that woman is seconds from having me pull her into my arms and kiss the fucking shit out of her.
The night goes on,more champagne, more dancing, more stolen glances across the ballroom. At one point, I watch Emmett excuse himself from a conversation with Sully and disappear toward the elevators. Five minutes later, Jo leans over to Collette, whispers something, and slips away. Collette watches her go with a smile on her face.Interesting.Is something going on between Cap and her sister? No. That would be insane.Cap would never.But if you were having a secret relationship, I guess excusing yourself at a hotel and going to one of the rooms for a quickie would be a good idea. I still. Why the hell did I not think about that?Idiot.
I rush out of the ballroom to the reception area.
“Evening, ladies,” I say, using all my charm.
“Evening, sir. What can we help you with?” the perky blonde asks.
“I need a room. A nice one for the night in case … you know, I want to share the holiday spirit with someone.” I wink, using my charm to get what I need. The receptionist giggles and finds me a room at a good rate and books me in. She hands me the key with a knowing smile, as if to say, if I don’t find someone, she is available.
I pull out my phone once I have my key and message Collette.
Fish: I need to see you. Alone.
Collette: What? Why?
Fish: Room 1532.