He glanced over at her, and for one brief moment, it was just the two of them.
“I’m fine,” he lied.
“Vic, please. You are going to have to do better than that.” She arched an eyebrow.
“You look…” He paused. Greedily took her in. From the smooth expanse of skin on her shoulders that were revealed, to the way the dress hugged her curves, to the heels that gave her added height. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He took another sip of his drink. This time more slowly. “You look good.”
“Thank you. You clean up rather nice yourself.” Her lips curled up in the corner. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she watched him.
“Your date seems nice.” Vic had to force the words out.
Charles Lindsey was too polished for the likes of Tachina. She may be a knockout in her formal dress, but this wasn’t the real woman.
“Your escort seems like she will bite.” She smirked.
“We’re not back?—”
“I know.” She turned away and scanned the crowd. “It appears that she wants to be.”
“I don’t care what she wants. It’s not happening.” He finished off his drink and set the empty glass down on the counter.
A few other patrons sidled up to the bar and placed their orders.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Vic.” She stared at her hands, then stared up at him. “It’s okay. I know I asked a lot from you.”
“Tachina—”
“Were you jealous?” She tilted her head to the side and studied him. “Of Charles?”
“What?”
“When Charles introduced himself. The way you glared at him. It was weird. So I’m asking. Are you jealous?”
Vic clenched his teeth together so hard he was surprisedthey didn’t shatter. Was he jealous? He glanced back at what she was wearing.
Fuck yeah, he was jealous.
It should be him escorting her around the gala. His hand on the small of her back. Him whispering jokes in her ear to elicit those sexy little smiles of hers.
“You shouldn’t ask questions you may not be ready for,” he replied.
She paused, the small smile on her lips disappearing. He took a step closer to her, erasing the gap between them.
He leaned down to her ear. “But should I be? Have you fucked him yet? I doubt he could make you come as hard as I can while you ride my cock.”
He stepped back and waved the bartender back down and requested another drink. Tachina stared at him, fever in her eyes. Clearly, she was remembering their weekend together.
The weekend they had agreed to try conceive another child.
“Vic,” Tachina murmured.
His drink arrived. He picked it up and took a hefty sip. He grinned at her, knowing she was rattled by his words. He could tell by the distant gleam in her eye.
“You didn’t like seeing me with Sydney.”
“Don’t try to change the subject.”
“Why can’t I discuss my observations? You get to accuse me of being jealous, well, I’m throwing it right back at you.”