“Fel….” I tried to say her name, but I couldn’t trust my voice. My dick hardened, and she rubbed herself against me more. Just when I was about to wrap my arms around her, she pulled back and innocently smiled at me.
“We really ought to be going.”
I opened my mouth to say something but decided against it, opting instead to take her hand and walk her to the door.
“You know that you—”
“I know,” I answered, knowing full well she was talking about the hard-on I was currently sporting, thanks to her.
She giggled softly as we stepped into the elevator.
“Oh, I will get payback, Ms. Harper.”
“What are you going to do? Tie me to your bedpost again?”
I grinned. “Who said it will be here? God knows how long we will be stuck at this thing. I’m thankful you chose that dress.”
“Do your worst, Mr. Darcy, but remember that I never have to see these people again so I can moan as loud as I want,” she said shamelessly, and as the doors opened she stepped out with confidence to the front entrance, where my driver was waiting.
I couldn’t help but smile.
She was the gift that kept on giving, and I was eager to see just how loud she could really moan.
Felicity
7:00 p.m.
“Let’s see if I’ve got this,” I said, trying to remember the rundown he’d given me of his family. “Your aunt and uncle’s names are Lorelai and Arthur Darcy, but you call them Mom and Dad. They have two sons. The first is Bartholomew, but everyone calls him Arty. He’s a few months younger than you, and everyone says you both look similar, but in your opinion he’s the less attractive one?”
“Yes.” He winked and leaned back in the chair. “He’s also the one who threw that party at my house.”
“So he knows about me?” Well, at least that was one less person to lie to, I thought. “And your other cousin-slash-brother is Walter or Walt. He’s five years younger but is the only one who is in a stable relationship that isn’t solely based on sex.”
“I sense judgment.”
“From the woman who let you tie her up and then begged you to smack her?” I gasped, shocked. “Never!” He laughed, shaking his head at me, so I went on. “He comes off the most immature, but I guess he’s grounded in some aspects.”
“Are you finished with your questions? Because we’ve been parked out here for at least five minutes. I’m sure the butler has told them we’ve arrived.”
He didn’t wait for me to answer before he opened the door, took my hand, and pulled me out.
The first thing I noticed was just how big the mansion was and how it looked more like a classic château than anything else. The front of it appeared to be made entirely of white stone. The second thing I noticed was it didn’t seem like this was just a family gathering, based on how many people were walking into the house, dressed way more elegantly than I was.
“This is just a dinner?”
“In the Darcy family, nothing is just a dinner.” He sighed, still holding my hand as we entered inside.
This was a bad idea.
This was a very bad idea.
I should have run away.
But I held on to his hand and followed him inside, going straight into the lion’s den, or the backyard. It felt like it stretched on for acres. There was a large pool close to the house, where a private orchestra played. It was exactly what you’d expect a rich people’s dinner to be. Servers going about with trays of champagne and appetizers, single men laughing loudly together in one corner of the pool, single women in another, while the married folk either danced or spoke among themselves.
“An hour tops and then we make our escape,” Theo whispered.
I leaned in. “I’ll hold you to it.”
“Theodore!” a woman with curly, light brown hair exclaimed. Her long green dress shimmered under the lighting in the backyard as she came up to Theo with her arms extended.
“Hi, Mom,” Theo said as he gave her a hug and kissed both her cheeks.
Mom? What?
“You’re tired, sweetheart. You need to rest.” Her gaze drifted to me—well, our clasped hands—then to my face. “And who is this?”
“The reason I haven’t been sleeping.” Theo chuckled, and this time I really did smack him as I let go of his hand to shake hers.
“Hi ma’am. My name is Felicity. Felicity Harper.”
“Welcome, Felicity. Felicity Harper,” she repeated, and I didn’t realize how dumb it sounded to repeat my name like I was James Bond or something. Two minutes into being here, and I was already in the negatives.