man, I’d probably try my hand at getting you to the nearest enclosed space tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” Addison said calmly. “Was that statement supposed to be comforting? Because at the moment, I don’t feel comforted. As a matter of fact, I feel like I need to start guarding my goodies.”
Rolling her eyes, Carmen grabbed her hand and dragged her as she walked through the lobby. “Shut up before I kiss you on the mouth.”
“Still not comforted!”
“Would you just focus, please? You have a mission tonight and—”
Just to be irritating Addison started humming the Mission: Impossible theme song.
“Addie!”
“What?”
“You’re gonna make me hurt you.”
“From our previous conversation, something tells me you’re into that.”
Carmen let out a frustrated little growl as they continued on. “Do you or do you not want tonight to be a success?”
Addison couldn’t answer that honestly so she went for obtuse. “I want tonight to go how it’s meant to go.”
The other woman’s eyes narrowed and she looked seconds away from replying to that ominous statement when they reached the DeVargas ballroom. Dozens of attendees milled about.
Both Addison and Carmen pulled up short after stepping into the space, each glancing around.
“Well,” Carmen said discreetly but aggressively popping Addison on the ass. “Let’s get ’er done.”
“I’m serious about that boundary conversation...”
“You know,” Eli murmured as he stood next to Maikao, watching the room. “I’m really feeling uncomfortable with how many women who are old enough to be my mother approached me tonight. Are these events like catnip to cougars?”
“They think you’re a firefighter, dude.” Maikao murmured back to his friend. “Therefore what’s in your pants is the equivalent of a water hose with a house fire.”
“Is that your nice way of telling me that some of the women here occasionally experience burning sensations in—”
“Okay, this conversation is over.” Maikao cut in.
“But—”
“Not. Discussing.”
“All righty, then...” Eli muttered.
Maikao didn’t really care about the repeated un-warranted advances he’d experienced in the last few hours. He was a little put off to say the least but his concern rested with one woman and one woman only—Addison. The sooner she arrived, the better. A part of him felt like shit for doing things this way but he knew pulling her to the side and explaining what he felt would just backfire.
He was tired of dancing around it, tired of trying to hide everything. Maikao’s excuses for not wanting her and Eli to date were total bullshit and he knew it, but he had been grasping at straws. He was done with dating other women, just to show them the door after he realized they’d never compare to her; that they’d never come close to Addie.
Maikao needed her mind off of Eli so that he could...well, he wasn’t so sure what he’d do, just that it had to be something.
“Stop fidgeting like that. You look like you’re about to either break out into your own version of ‘Smooth Criminal’ in that tux or do repeated hip thrusts. Both or which are disturbing, might I add,” Eli said.
“I can’t help it. I’m ready for this goddamn event to be over.” Lies . He was ready to see Addison. To make her dance with him, to listen to her make sly comments about some of the other people in the room.
“Yeah, I’m starting to get bored. Hey, what time did...oh, never mind...Jesus Christ.” Eli’s eyes widened to the size of silver dollars.
“What? What’d I miss?” Maikao swung around and stopped in his tracks as he saw Addison and Carmen weaving their way through the crowd. “Jesus. Christ.”
“Is her gown supposed to be that short?”
Maikao growled. “Excuse me.” He made his way through the throng of people; eyes solely focused on Addie. Was she trying to get him a murder charge?
Dressed in a sleeveless pastel yellow, baby doll gown