Page 223 of Just for the Cameras
“That’s entirely how it went. I was desperate for your attention. You were not desperate at all, and it took a whole lot of convincing on my end to get you to commit.”
Scarlett shrugs. “Can’t blame a girl for wanting a man to prove that he actually wants her. Right, Maple? Did Graydon prove to you that he wanted you?”
Maple glances at me and smiles softly. Her thumb tugs on the corner of my lip. “He did. Although, before that, I thought he was toying with me because he would text me thirst traps.”
“No way,” Scarlett says, eyes wide. “Graydon St. John sent you thirst traps?”
“They were not thirst traps,” I answer with a heavy sigh.
“Uh, you were shirtless, and you angled up so I could see your entire chest and abs.”
“Really?” Hutton asks with humor.
“It was the angle that I found to be most flattering.” I shrug, making the table laugh.
“Wow, thirst traps from Graydon St. John. Did you save them?” Scarlett asks.
“I might have.”
“Really?” I ask.
Maple’s cheeks blush. “How could I not? It was a thirst trap from the nasty dick.”
“Jesus,” I grumble while Scarlett laughs.
“Well, maybe you can show me later.” She wiggles her brows, only for Hutton to playfully pinch her side.
“Hey, you can get thirst traps from me. You don’t need to see his.” He then looks at me and Maple. “See what I told you? A wandering eye, this one.”
“Oh my God.” Scarlett turns to Hutton and cups his face. “You really are annoying.” Then she plants a big kiss on his lips, only for him to cup the back of her head and pull her in closer.
Yeah, it’s doubtful Scarlett is going anywhere with that “wandering” eye.
CHAPTER 41
MAPLE
“Will people judge me ifI make my own sundae?” I ask as I eye the ice cream and toppings.
“If they do, they’ll be eating my fucking fist for dessert.”
“Is there ever a time when you don’t have violent thoughts?”
“It’s rare.” He moves in behind me and places his hands on my hips, then kisses my neck.
I tilt my head just enough to give him better access even though I know I shouldn’t. I know I should shrug him off since we’re in public and technically at a work event, but I don’t want to push him away. I don’t want to stop him, not when he’s so loving like this.
So affectionate.
And I know he’s been missing that in his life. So, because he so freelygives it to me, I never want to make him stop or feel insecure about it.
“How about I just have you for dessert?” he whispers into my ear.
“I’m all for it. How about right here, on top of all the desserts, we give everyone who’s been staring an actual show?”
“There’ve been people staring?” he asks, moving his mouth back up to right below my ear.
“All night,” I whisper and then sigh. “God, Graydon, you’re making my nipples hard.”
