Marx Girl

“Who?” I frown.

“Jason Steele.”

My eyes widen. Isn’t that the man he was supposed to kill? “You mean…”

He nods once.

Shit.

I widen my eyes as I sip my Champagne. Stop drinking. Stop drinking now!

Oh, jeez. “Where are the bathrooms?” I ask.

Ben points to the back of the room. “Back out in the corridor.” He glances down at me. “Do you want me to show you where they are?”

“No, I’ve got it. Back in a minute.”

“I’ll try to find you a less lap-dance-inducing drink.” He smirks down at me.

I giggle. “Okay, sounds good.”

I make my way out to the bathroom, and after I’ve been I move to the basin to wash my hands. A cubicle door opens and a gorgeous girl with dark hair walks out.

I take out my lipstick and start to apply it.

“We haven’t met,” she says to my reflection in the mirror.

I turn to her and smile. “Hello, I’m Bridget.” I go to shake her hand and she just glares at me. I instantly drop my hand. Okay, then. How rude.

She folds her arms, full of attitude, and leans her behind to rest on the basin. Her eyes hold mine. “He’ll get sick of you, you know,” she sneers.

Oh, really? We’re playing that game, are we? I can’t hold it in and I smile. “Who? You mean my husband?” I ask sweetly.

Game on, mole.

She lifts her chin defiantly as she glares at me

“You mean like he got sick of you?” I ask.

“You don’t know him like I do.” Her face twists with disgust.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. “Am I supposed to feel threatened by you?” I ask, acting surprised.

She narrows her eyes. “I would, if I were you. Ben and I go way back.”

“Oh,” I sigh sympathetically. “That’s really sad. You and he go way back and yet he begged me to marry him.” I hold my hand up and wiggle my ring finger. “You obviously can’t please him the way I do.”

Her mouth drops open, rattled my reply.

Stupid bitch.

She has no idea who she’s fucking with here. I pat her on the shoulder sympathetically. “If that’s the best you’ve got, sweetie, it’s no wonder you couldn’t snag him.”

She tears her arm from my reach.

“Nice to meet you.” I smile. “I’d better get back, but I’ll think of you tonight when I’m fucking his brains out.”

She glares at me and I smile broadly.

“Bitch,” she mumbles under her breath.

“That’s Mrs. Bitch to you,” I reply with a wink.

I take one last look at her and walk back out into the corridor, straightening my dress as I go.

Now… where is that hunk of a husband of mine?

18

BEN

I stand at the bar as I wait for the drinks I’ve just ordered. The room is bustling. I get bumped by a man at the side of me, and I glance down and do a double-take.

Jason Steele waits at the bar alongside me, his eyes focused on something in front of him. Without glancing my way, he slides a folded napkin to me across the bar. I wait a few seconds and discretely take it, placing it in my pocket.

What the fuck is this he’s giving me?

My drinks arrive and I take them, returning to my position without making eye contact or saying a word to him.

Bridget comes back from the bar and smiles down at the floor.

“Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?” I ask.

“Nothing,” she says as she takes her drink and sips it. “That’s better.” She gestures to her drink. “I just met one of your fuck buddies.” Her eyes dance with mischief.

I look at her flatly. “What did you do?”

She slides her hand under my jacket and around my waist. “Nothing she didn’t deserve.”

I smirk, and kiss her forehead. “Behave yourself,” I whisper.

A brunette walks past and glares at us; Bridget smiles and raises her glass in a silent toast.

I have to bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. “You met Nicole, I see.”

Bridget looks up at me sarcastically. “More like she met me.”

I tighten my grip on my girl; her confidence is a real fucking turn-on. Bridget is one of the most confident women I know; she never has been insecure of other women. She knows that nobody comes close to her for me. Anderson walks past. I need to speak to him. “I’ve got to talk to this guy, Didge. You good for a minute?” I ask.

“I’m fine.” She smiles.

“You’re more than fine,” I whisper as our eyes lock.

She licks her lips and I feel my cock twitch. I shake my head. Concentrate. Later.

“Anderson!” I call as he walks past.

He turns to see me. “Buzz.” He laughs as he shakes my hand. “What have you been up to, old friend? I haven’t seen you for a while.”

“I’ve been on leave.” I glance back to Bridget, who is now talking to the others. “I got married.”