That was not smooth at all.
“For the love of God, tell me that’s not how she acted in front of Dave,” the guy to the right says.
Huxley leans back in his chair and props up his chin on his hand as he slouches. “I have no idea what the fuck that was, but it wasn’t what she did Saturday.”
“Excuse me?” I ask, looking between the men.
“Uh, Lottie, maybe you come on back over here.” Kelsey waves her arm. “So, you know, we can be professionals and start the presentation.”
“Hold on,” I say, holding up my hand to my sister as I turn to face Huxley.
His navy-blue suit makes him look even more sinister when he’s sitting in that pitch-black conference table chair. And his pose—casual yet firm, his eyes fixated on me—unwavering. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I have no problem standing up to the man.
I motion to the two other men. “Do they know?”
“What exactly are you referencing?” Huxley asks with such smugness in his voice that I’m tempted to reach out and kick him in the shin.
“Our engagement of course, sweet cheeks,” I answer in a nauseating tone. “Are they aware you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth?” I clasp my hands together and hold them in front of me.
Kelsey clears her throat. “Lottie. Come over here.”
“You don’t seem particularly happy, especially when you came off the elevator.” Huxley’s index finger travels up the side of his face to his temple, while his thumb positions itself just under his jaw. It feels like a power pose, as if he’s attempting to command the room in a casual manner . . . yet command me. And I’ll be damned if he thinks he can command me.
Hands on my hips, I ask, “Now why would you say that? I was shocked to see you, is all. I wasn’t expecting to run into such a hunk of meat in the middle of the afternoon.”
“Lottie,” Kelsey whispers, giving me the come here motion, but I ignore her.
The two men next to Huxley are far too amused as they sit deep in their seats and take in the show.
“I see.” Huxley’s eyes stay trained on me. “And were you particularly happy to see your fiancé?”
What is he doing?
What game is he playing?
This doesn’t seem very professional of him.
It’s almost as if he’s taunting me, testing me.
Guess what, buddy? Two can play at this game.
I wet my lips. “Very . . . excited.” I lace my answer with innuendo and slowly move my eyes down his chest to his crotch and then back up.
There.
See what he does with that.
“Will you excuse my sister, she’s—”
“Kelsey, it’s okay, the cat is out of the bag,” I say to shush her. “We’re engaged. I know it may come as a shock to some, but”—I walk over to him and take his hand in mine—“we’re in love.”
I glance over at one of the men and he’s snickering behind his hand. That’s fucking rude.
I look over at the other guy, and his smile stretches from ear to ear, but it’s not a joyous smile, it’s more of an amused smile. What the hell is going on here?
“Sorry,” I say after a pause. “I was sort of expecting a round of applause or something, you know, for our love.” All eyes on me still—Huxley isn’t helping in the slightest—I lower myself until I’m sitting on Huxley’s lap. His hand falls to my side and I wrap my arm around his neck. “So much love,” I say, getting a good whiff of his lavish cologne. I hate that it smells so good.
Hand on my hip, Huxley keeps his eyes on me as he asks the others, “Will you give us the room, please?”
Uhh . . . say what now?
I glance over at Kelsey, who looks more than irritated, but she gathers her things and leaves the room, followed by the two men.
Once the door is shut, Huxley asks, “What the hell was that?” I go to move off him, but he keeps me close, his hand now gripping my ass and keeping me tight against his body.
“That was me trying to figure out what the hell this is.” I motion to the conference room. “You couldn’t have told me you were meeting with me and my sister today?”
“Why would I tell you when your sister clearly could have?”
“Uh, I don’t know, you could’ve given me a heads-up about who might be in the meeting. Am I supposed to play doting fiancée, or irritated shrew?”
“As much as I enjoy irritated shrew . . . you call the spectacle you just laid out doting fiancée? That was awkward woman unsure of what to do.”