And I bet the victors didn’t regret a thing. To be with a girl like Victoria would be worth anything.
It’s not just looks with her either. I could tell that the moment she marched up to our table with that ballbuster vibe. She’s smart as hell, sexy as sin, and tenacious as I dreamed my future wife would be.
“Ready to go?” she asks in that sugary-sweet voice of hers. I get goosebumps all over from just hearing it.
“You look incredible,” I say as I take one more look up and down her body. Her gold dress stops above her knees, showing her smooth legs. She’s wearing black heels with a lot of straps, but the only thing I see are her sexy little toes that are waiting for me to break out and massage.
“Thanks,” she says as she grabs her purse. “You look very nice as well.”
This moment is over too fast. She’s locking her door. I want to take my time admiring and studying every beautiful inch of her, but I can’t. We’re not there yet. We will be soon, but we’re not there right now.
It’s painful to be around her like this, keeping myself… restrained. One intense need after another is stampeding through me, tearing me apart. The need to have her in my arms, to tear that dress off, to spread her soft thighs and see if she’s as wet and warm as I’ve been imagining she is, to bury my cock deep inside her and claim her sweet sultry body.
Chill, Westin. Or, it’s going to be a long painful night.
I’m already rock hard when we reach the elevator and my dick is already aching when we step inside and I’m engulfed in her delicious perfume.
“Have you ever been to a fashion show before?” I ask.
She smiles shyly and shakes her head. “First time. I wasn’t sure what to wear, but the girl at the store said this would work.”
“If the people there tonight don’t like that dress, then they have no business being in fashion. I could watch you walk up and down that runway all night.”
She laughs, but I’m serious. I’d never get tired of looking at her.
We arrive downstairs and the limo is waiting for us. Brooke ordered one for me before she took off to go with her actress friends.
“You can’t show up to a red carpet in a car,” she said, rolling her eyes as she started dialing the phone.
The driver tries to hold the door open for Victoria, but one look from me has him rushing back into the driver’s seat. Nobody gets that close to my girl.
My eyes are all over her, watching her cleavage jiggle and that sexy dress rising up her leg as she climbs into the limo.
“It’s nice to be out even if it is a business event,” she says when we’re rolling down the street.
“Not a business event,” I correct. “A date.”
Her cheeks go pink. God, I love that color on her face.
“Okay,” she says with a smile. “A date.”
We start to get to know each other on the way there, asking each other the usual first date questions. It’s not just the usual boring procedure that it is on every other date. I actually want to know the answers to every menial question I ask her.
“Favorite movie?” I ask her.
“That’s tough,” she says as she glances up while thinking about it. “Favorite now or favorite all-time?”
“All-time.”
She laughs like she’s too embarrassed to tell me.
“What is it?”
She sighs. “Beauty and the Beast.”
“The Disney movie?”
She laughs. “Yeah, the cartoon not the remake. I must have watched it over a hundred times when I was a kid. And another hundred as a teenager.”
“You’ll have to watch it with me one time. Maybe on our second date.”
She raises her eyebrow, giving me a cheeky look. “Let’s see how this one goes first before there’s talk of a second.”
“Ooh, is that a challenge?”
She grins as she bites her bottom lip. “Maybe.”
“One thing you’ll find out about me, Victoria. Is that I’m always up for a challenge.”
The limo pulls up in front of the venue and there’s a ton of people outside. Photographers are snapping away at all of the models and VIP’s on the other side of the barrier.
When it’s our turn to arrive, the driver opens the door and then quickly leaves before I can shoot him another menacing look.
A possessive growl rumbles out of my throat when the cameras turn to us and people start taking pictures of my girl.
I have to steady my breath as I put an arm around Victoria. The date won’t be a success if I go into a jealous beast mode and start destroying every camera in sight.
“This is so not my scene,” she whispers to me as we advance down the red carpet.