Benedict
“Thank you for coming,” I say to her. “You look ...”
I’m honestly at a loss for words. I’ve never seen Sloane like this. I’m not sure that any woman has made me want them like I want her at this moment.
“Uncomfortable? Like my feet are being pinched? Like I don’t want to be here?” she offers in her typical snarky Sloane way.
“Stunning.” I say, meaning it. She is absolutely the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
‘And she smells good too,’ Marrok adds. Interesting.
“Will you join me?” I ask, offering her my arm.
She shakes her head and looks so utterly defeated that I could kill my mother.
“Maybe I should just go.”
“Please stay.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“You got all dressed up. You’re here. It’s my birthday and I want you here. Please?” I say, offering my arm aga
