“The party or the sex?” I snorted and she shoved me playfully.
“Both” she giggled, heading up the stairs with me.
“What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?” I asked her as we began to strip our clothes off and get ready for bed.
Flair was thoughtful. “I might go to Rachel’s and go over some designs. Besides I want to hear how her date went” she said with a grin “Maybe she got lucky with Timothy.”
I groaned “If she did, spare me the details. I don’t need to know my assistant slept with her” I said with a grimace.
She laughed and climbed into bed. I put on a pair of boxers and got in beside her. I kissed her on the forehead. “I might go to work early, so I won’t be here when you wake up,” I said tiredly “I need to catch up on some things.”
“That’s okay,” she said assuringly “I can handle it. If you need help…” she trailed off.
It was sweet of her to offer to come in and help but I knew she had her own business stuff to take care of. “I’ll be fine. I might even press Timothy for details about his date” I growled, causing her body to start heaving with laughter.
“Do you suppose that Charlotte will have her picture in the paper tomorrow?” she whispered.
“Considering the engagement party, I can’t see why she wouldn’t,” I said shrugging as I pulled her in close and began to put my arm over her, my head nuzzling against hers “It’s why they were there in the first place.”
Neither one of us anticipated that the shit would hit the fan the next morning, so to speak, or that we would unintentionally, anger my sister once again without our knowledge.
Flair POV
When I woke the next morning, Grayson was gone and there was nothing but a faint scent coming from his pillows that reminded me that he had even been there as I sat up and looked over at his side of the bed. I shrugged, remembering that he had told me he was going to work early, and began to get myself prepared, heading out the door and taking a car to Rachel’s penthouse apartment, where I was greeted with open arms.
“Good morning” Rachel trilled, a smile playing on her lips.
I eyed her, taking in the damp hair, the subtle makeup, and the casualness of her clothes.
“You slept with him” I accused her, stepping inside as Rachel turned a becoming pink color. “You and Timothy slept together.”
She blushed “Sshh” she whispered, hastily shutting the door as though everybody could hear me “You don’t have to tell the whole world you know.”
I laughed and sat down on the sofa, crossing my ankles “So it must have been one hell of a date then huh” I teased as she began to pour two glasses of wine, handing one to me.
“It’s early in the morning” I pointed out.
“It’s evening somewhere in the world” she grumbled, taking a sip.
I laughed again and sipped. “So how long did you stay at the party?” I asked curious.
“We left just after you” Rachel sighed “It was pretty boring once you left and your brother’s.”
“Looks like it got more interesting once you left” I cracked and she pouted at me and then smiled and laughed.
“It did indeed.”
“Did he treat you well?” I asked, surveying her closely.
She looked happy. Her hair was loose and wavy, her face was practically glowing and there was a twinkle in her eyes I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.
“Oooh yes” she sighed “more than once.”
I choked on my drink and she moved to thump me on the back. “Flair” she scolded me “drink properly.”
I spluttered and quickly put the glass down before I could choke on it some more. “You were busy,” I said wickedly.
She looked at me and raised a brow “I would say you were as well” she said amusingly.
I blushed. “We went straight home and to bed” I protested.
She looked unconvinced. “Really? Because you are glowing so bright you might as well be freaking Casper” she declared, leaning forward and fixating her eyes on me, the wine glass held firmly in one hand.
She doesn’t know Flair, she’s only guessing, I tried to convince myself. But Rachel knew me like the back of my hand. She narrowed her eyes at me. I took hold of the wine glass again in an effort to make my emotions, my hand shaking slightly.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.