Sharing Beauty (Possessing Beauty 3)

Her face went bright red, her eyes dropping. “That’s not what I meant.”

Cade chuckled, sipping his drink.

“I’m not wrong and you know it,” she said quickly. “I know all about your reputations. And I’m sure you’re here at a suitors’ ball looking for desperate, pathetic princesses who think being around the promise of true love is an excuse to give it up to men like you.”

I smirked. Damn she was sharp. I liked that, a lot.

“Our reputations?” Cade raised a brow.

Truth be told, we didn’t really have the reps our friends did, because we’d always kept our personal lives out of the papers.

“Our reps or our friends’?”

She shrugged. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

She glanced at me. “Company you keep.”

“Touché.”

“Anyways...” She quickly looked away, a wisp of her long blonde hair coming loose and floating near her ear. Damn I wanted to run my finger through that hair. Maybe tangle in it. Maybe pull her into me and claim that mouth.

I cleared my throat.

Jesus what the fuck was coming over me?

“Anyways, I should go find my sisters, or something.”

“Or something?” My brother smirked at her. “C’mon, can’t even come up with a good excuse why you don’t want to be hanging around with us?”

I elbowed him sharp in the ribs but he ignored me.

Ilana didn’t bat an eye.

“Should I? Come up with an excuse I mean? It’s not like there’s any needed. I just shouldn’t be seen at a suitors’ ball like this hanging around the bar with two princes like yourselves, with your reputations.”

“You forgot ‘sexy and gorgeous’ this time,” I added with a smirk.

Her face bloomed crimson as she quickly took a sip of her champagne.

“Good luck with…whatever you’re looking for tonight.”

“I think we were perfectly clear what we’re looking for,” I said, my voice tight. “We’re looking for you and only you.”

Her eyes met mine for a second, her cheeks tinging that pink shade again before she looked away.

Damn I could’ve gotten lost in those eyes.

“You keep saying that.”

“It keeps being true,” Cade growled.

“And I told you, I’m not that girl.”

“Which girl is that then?”

“The one that gets caught up in your little lines like this?”

I wanted to fucking murder whoever had messed with her. Because I could see it then that that’s what this was. This wasn’t just a woman wise to men like us, even if that’s not what we were after. This was someone who’d been burned by someone like us. And I fucking hated whoever that asshole was.

And suddenly it made sense. Through that lens, I suddenly understood the reason she was so standoffish Hell, even if she did feel what we were feeling, I knew she was guarded.

She shook her head before either of us could respond.

“Anyways, I’m not that girl so, enjoy your nigh—”

“So prove it.”

She whirled back, frowning at me.

“Pardon me?”

Cade swung his gaze to me, scowling at me.

“Then prove it,” I said again, bolder this time. “You say you’re not ‘that girl’? Well, wouldn’t ‘that girl’ do exactly this? Walk away before things get real? Off to go waltz around with someone much safer?”

Her eyes locked onto mine.

“Lines didn’t work, and neither will reverse psychology.”

I grinned.

“Look, I’m done creating scandal with anyone watching me over here drinking with you two. Enjoy your night.”

She turned to walk away again, but I caught her arm. I don’t know why, or what the fuck I was thinking. This was pushing it, and I knew it. I knew pushing her again to stay could’ve backfired so hard, but I wasn’t about to let her walk away. Not then, not ever.

“You’re worried about scandal? Fine, let's go somewhere else for a drink.”

I watched the heat creep through her face and neck, down to the top swell of her breast in the neckline of that dress.

“Excuse me?” she almost whispered it, like this really was scandalizing.

Cade glared dangers at me, but I couldn’t shut my mouth.

“Look, you’re not ‘that girl’ and we’re not ‘those guys’. Seems none of us are the type to actually go to balls like this, and since we’re causing some a scandal just having a casual drink over here, I suggest we ditch the limelight and go have a drink somewhere where we won’t create scandal.”

“Are you seriously asking me to ditch my own suitors ball?”

“Do you seriously want to stay?”

Her lips snapped shut, her eyes darting between us.

“Fine.”

Wait, what? My jaw almost dropped at her words before I forced myself to keep cool.

“Fine. You’re right,” she sighed. “I’m very much over this ball. The pretense is stupid anyways, and I’m tired of the duchess of Lisandria glaring at me from across the room like I’m creating a scene.”

I followed her nod to a sour looking, prissy-faced girl who was, sure enough, shooting dagger looks at us from across the ballroom.