Chapter 0235

But as I put my hand in his and let him pull me across his body, I also think that he usually finds ways to make it worth my while.

“Baby Fay,” he murmurs, smirking down at me, “making fun of this old man.” He considers me for a moment and then says, quite

seriously, “I could have you killed for that.”

“Oh, come on,” I murmur, curling my body close against him. “You can think of a more creative punishment than that.”

“Damn right I can,” he growls as he tucks his face low against my hair, making me laugh now.

But before I can retort, Kent pulls away from me a little and looks at me seriously again. “How are you?” he asks. “And Daniel?

Are you two all right? I know tonight was...” he lets his sentence trail off, just shaking his head. But I don’t mind — we both know

precisely what he means.

“We're okay,” I answer softly, looking up into his dark green eyes. “Well, Daniel is stupid drunk, but —*

“What?” Kent asks frowning, and then he looks towards the main door of his bedroom as if he might get up and check. “Why did

you let him —*

“Excuse you,” I say, putting a hand up to his face and forcing him to turn back to me. “Why did I let him? Do you think I have any

control over what your son does?”

“More control than me,” he replies, raising his eyebrow. “Especially since you two skittered out of there and went out partying,

letting me deal with the fallout —*

“Well one,” I say, holding up a single finger against his lips, “the fallout was happening in Italian, so I am useless there. And two,”

I say, adding another finger, “our escape plan had drinks. So, yeah. We were out.”

Kent kisses my fingers and shakes his head at me, letting the subject drop as he tightens his arms. “I’m glad you came down,

Fay,” he murmurs, bringing his face close and nudging my nose with his. “We should talk about what happened — come up with a

plan -”

“Nope,” I sigh, stretching my arms over my head and smiling a little wickedly at him.

“What?” he asks, frowning at me even as he lets his hand on my back drift lower, his fingers grazing the top of my ass.

“Not tonight, Kent,” I murmur, taking his face in my hands and pressing a long kiss to his mouth. “I spent the night playing chess

with Natalia and therapist to Daniel. Now? With you?” I grin at him, shaking my head a little, “l want a date.”

“A date, hmm?” he says, dipping that hand lower to take a firm grip on my ass, using it to pull me closer to him. “Why would I

take you on a date?” he asks, bringing his mouth again close to mine but teasing me, not kissing me, not yet. “When I’ve already

got you in bed?”

“Come on, Kent,” I whisper, biting my lip a little. “Can’t you get a girl a drink? I know you've got a bar in here,” I say, glancing

around and then gesturing towards the paneled walls which I know hide all sorts of secrets.

“I'm a very serious man, Fay,” Kent says, shaking his head. “I would never keep liquor in my bedroom. So crass.”

“Liesss,” I whisper, and then I laugh

as Kent slides himself out from

beneath me, leaving me in a hea

sheets as he raguesjavesto-the' wall

aenaseatrohtt us, one panel away from

the secret coffee bar he showed me

this morning. And then I bite my lip in

anticipation of being proved correct

as he looks back at me and, shaking

his head, presses the panel. Please

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I let out a little victorious squeal of

delight and fall back against one

pillows as the walbapias Pevealing a

cect well-stocked mini bar.

“I was right!” I cry, laughing. Please

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“It was barely a gamble,” Kent

murmurs, smirking and turning away

from me and taking two glasses

down from th ttleparging tack at

tha top Ha Gerks his chin towards the

closet as he gets started making two

cocktails. “Go get changed, Fay,” he

says with half a sigh. “I’m not letting

you have cocktails in bed while you're

wearing Oscar de la Renta.” Please

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“Oscar wouldn’t mind,” I say, pulling myself out of bed and passing behind Kent on my way to the closet, trailing a few fingers

across his ass as I go.

And then I let myself into the closet, wondering what the hell a girl does wear to a cocktail date in bed.