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hands landed on the hard wall of muscle that could still be felt through his suit and shirt.  
    He looked down at me as I looked up. “You always do what your mama says?” I challenged.
    He laughed and his eyes went a beautiful shamrock green. I found I could stare into those leafy eyes for days on end and feel like I’d won a prize. “No, but it is Mother’s event. I do like to be a good boy when it suits.” He leaned in close and inhaled at the base of my neck. “Christ, you smell like sunshine and a cool breeze in the summer,” he said dragging his lips along my chin. Shivers of excitement ran through me from the roots of my curled hair to the soles of my feet. “And you look beyond beautiful.” He kissed the side of my lip again. No full lip contact. I almost harrumphed, but I figured it was part of his game, and he was good at it. The art of seduction was obviously something he enjoyed. At this moment in time, I was all for it.
    “We better go,” I warned.
    Wes smiled and tugged on my hand turning and leading me out of the room. I barely had a moment to grab the matching handbag that had my phone, lipstick, and ID in it. As we reached the door to leave, Ms. Croft was standing there. She had a handful of pocket squares. She looked at my dress, picked the matching one and made a fuss over putting it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
    “There,” she smoothed her hands over his suit coat. “You look perfect, Sonny.” Her eyes were bright and glistened as if she was preparing her own son for his senior prom. Weird. I declined to mention it. He put the ties into her capable hands.
    “Thanks, Judi,” He leaned forward and kissed her wrinkled cheek. He looked over to me, sized me up again and turned back to his maid-slash-cook-slash-housekeeper. Not really sure what she was. “The dress is perfect.” He thanked her and led me out to the limo waiting out front.
    Judi bought the clothes? Any further thoughts were obliterated, and my mouth dropped open at the size of the limo. It was long, stretched beyond anything I’d ever seen. I’d never been in a limo, but as we approached, Wes tilted his head to the side and looked at me with a funny smile. “You ever been in a limo?” he asked, clearly amused.
    I straightened my shoulders and walked up to the limo as if I’d been in one a million times. “Of course.” I pulled open the door. He put a hand over his mouth, clasping one arm at the elbow and laughed. I cringed, apparently not in on the joke.
    “Then why are you trying to get in on the passenger side?” He gestured to the door I held open. I looked inside and saw the driver’s wheel. When I adjusted my stance, there was a gentleman in what had to be a black chauffeur’s uniform holding open the back door.
    “I knew that. I was just going to ask the driver where we were headed.” I sauntered over to the door, cheeks burning hot.
    “Of course you were.” He placed a hand low on my back and ushered me inside with a chuckle.
    Once we were settled, he offered me a glass of champagne, which I readily accepted.
    “Thank you.”
    He smiled and poured one for himself as well. We clinked glasses.
    “What are we toasting to?” I asked.
    “How about to being friends?” He grinned then set a warm hand high on my thigh, much higher than a ‘friend’ would. It felt good there. “Good friends.” His eyes dropped to my mouth as I bit my bottom lip.
    “Friends with benefits?” I inquired, lifting an eyebrow for maximum effect and crossing my legs. That hand of his went a few inches higher until it brushed along bare thigh.
    His gaze focused on mine and made me feel warm, positively hot, under his heated look. “God, I hope so,” he whispered and leaned closer.
    To foil his plans and keep my sanity in check, I immediately lifted my champagne flute and placed it against my lips and took a hearty sip of the bubbly concoction.
    Wes leaned back and groaned, adjusting his crotch—less than