Page 209 of Just for the Plot

I shake my head. “Bennett would never even glance their way.” I think about how much he likes me and how long he’s been waiting to be with me and I love it. I love this feeling of reassurance, that he’s all mine, no one else’s and no one could even bother him to look the other way. “This might sound full of myself, but it’s the truth. Bennett’s obsessed with me, and I know for a fact that no woman will ever be able to turn his head. He only has eyes for me, so seeing all the women lust after him to get his attention, it almost turns me on in a weird way—” I say to my freaking boss. “Because I know I have something they’ll never have.”

“Mm, yes, I can see how that would make you feel. Valued and protected, so for you to look at a woman who is trying to get your man’s attention, it’s almost thrilling to see.”

“Exactly, I like it.”

“Well, isn’t that a healthy new take on a relationship?”

“I guess so, but I will say this—he does not like it when I even speak another man’s name. Ever. Very possessive.”

“Now that is a turn of events. So he can talk about other women—”

“But he doesn’t.”

“But you can’t talk about other men.”

I shake my head. “Nope, it’s not a two-way street where that’s concerned, and call me weird, but I actually really like that that’s our scenario.”

“I can see the appeal. Do you ask him about other women?”

“I do. And he’s honest with me. I find the whole thing fascinating, what and who turned him on, what he likes and doesn’t like. I guess I’m at a point where I just want to know everything about him, especially when it comes to his sex life. I’ve never been like that with anyone else.”

“Because you didn’t care enough about them. Bennett is different.”

“He is,” I answer as the Bombers take the field and my eyes narrow in on Bennett at third. He adjusts his cap and waits for the ball to be thrown to him, tossing around a whole bunch of swagger with every step he takes.

God, he’s so hot out there. And that ass, it’s such a nice ass, but framed in those pants, even nicer. I can see why the women are all feral. Hell, so am I. I’m about to march down to the field and rub my whole body all over him like a cat in heat because I can.

“I knew you two would get together,” Adalade says. “After I saw you two together at that dinner, I knew it would happen, sooner rather than later too. You both just looked…infatuated with each other.”

“We are,” I say, thinking about how much I can’t stop thinking about him. “Enough about me. What about you? Whatever happened with Draco?”

She smirks as the game starts, the pitcher throwing the first ball.

“Well, you know the dinner party we’re throwing? I’m putting it together in the hopes of getting Draco there.”

“Wait…really?” I ask, turning to Adalade. “How come you didn’t tell me that? I feel like that’s a huge thing you need to tell me so I can make sure everything is perfect.”

“I wasn’t sure if it was in the realm of possibility to invite him, but I just got confirmation that he’d be open to an invite, so now everything has to be perfect. The styling of the table, the menu of the food, the drink pairings—it all has to be cohesive and flow because he is a food critic, and if I can put on a good show, he very well might consider going on a date with me.”

“Don’t you think he’d go on a date just because he wants to?”

“It’s about building trust and a bond,” she says. “Why do you think Bennett and you work so flawlessly together? Because you’ve built a base of friendship and understanding and you’ve worked up from there. That’s what I plan on doing with Draco.”

“I actually kind of love that.”

“Thank you.” She tosses some Cracker Jack in her mouth. “But that is why it’s so important that we get everything right.”

“Understood.” I pull my phone out and open up the notes app. “Let’s brainstorm on other things that we can make perfect for this dinner party.”

“Don’t you want to watch the game?”

“I’m good at multitasking,” I say, just as a ball is hit to Bennett. I watch him cut across the diamond, catch the ball on what seems like some sort of insane hop off the ground in front of him, and then he chucks the ball, his arm flying across his body and shooting the ball straight into the first baseman’s glove. I cup my mouth and let out a loud cheer, cheering for Bennett before I pull the phone back up and say, “See, multitasking.”

“I guess so,” she answers and then chuckles. “Also, next time you plan on cheering like a drunken man with nothing better to do with his life,can you give me a warning to prepare? Your yelping rattled my bones, and you know how fragile I am.”

“Sorry.” I chuckle as she adjusts herself in her chair.

“You may cheer, but it can be with a fancy clap.”