“Take off your clothes!” A shout came from one of the tables at the back of the room.
“Pardon?” Grandfather sputtered. “What was that?”
“Brock Wellington!” Nadine shouted. “This young lady just paid over two million dollars for your sorry ass. You strip, and you strip right this instant!”
“She’s drunk; ignore her,” Grandfather chuckled awkwardly.
Clearly everyone was drunk, because soon women were chanting “strip, strip, strip.”
Jane burst out laughing and shrugged. “Give them what they want.”
Suddenly the music came on and the lights started strobing, and it was as if he’d been caught in a horrible version of Magic Mike.
Horrified, he was about to walk off stage, but Jane locked eyes with him and suddenly the rest of the world faded away.
Besides. It made her laugh.
And he had said that was all he wanted.
Her.
Her smile.
Everything about her.
Slowly, he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it at Jane’s face; then, with a smirk, he started unbuttoning his silk shirt.
After the third button women started screaming.
Cameras flashed, and Brock strutted toward Jane as he undid the next few buttons, stopping in front of her when the last fell away.
He grabbed her hands and pressed them against his chest.
She helped him out of the shirt and tossed it into the air, amidst screams and whistles.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” He grinned.
“I’m going to let you.”
Their mouths met in a searing kiss. Too soon she pulled away, laughing as Nadine appeared beside her, phone hoisted in the air, snapping picture after picture.
“Humiliation’s complete.” He nodded. “Fantastic.”
“That is some stallion you’ve got there.” Nadine elbowed Jane. “Come on, stallion, give us a good neigh.”
“Grandfather,” Brock interrupted before things got even more awkward. If that was even possible. “About that talk.”
“Tomorrow.” Grandfather’s eyes seemed to twinkle. “For now, enjoy that you’ve bested me.” And then he winked, but before he walked away he paused mid-step, looking back over his shoulder. “By the way, you did me proud tonight.”
And then he was gone.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Were you worried?” Jane whispered in Brock’s ear once they were back at his penthouse apartment. She was still trying to get over the luxury and opulence that he lived in. She truly was in a fairy tale, and he was her prince in every way imaginable.
“Never.” A hungry kiss followed his confession as he slowly inched his fingers down her back and began undoing her dress. “Especially since I had a Titus on my side.”
Jane gasped as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her exposed back. Slowly, he pulled her dress to the floor in a pool of fabric. “One day…” Her body felt heavy as she leaned back against his chest. “You’re going to have to tell me more about that woman.”
“That’s part of her charm—nobody really knows the truth. Did she run for president? Did she work for the CIA? Is she a Russian spy?” Brock’s hot chuckle seared her skin as his hands reached around her body and cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands while simultaneously pulling her closer to his aroused body.
“Russian spy? Seriously?” Jane was ridiculously curious but was having a hard time concentrating on anything except the way Brock’s erection pressed against her backside—and how all she wanted to do was wiggle closer.
“I don’t want to talk about someone who’s more than likely seen my grandfather naked.” He bit her earlobe then started kissing down the right side of her neck. He turned her around to face him. His eyes were dark with need. “Shocking, I know. But I’d rather be worshipping your body with my mouth right about now.”
“That’s a good plan…” She touched her fingertips against his lips. “Thank you…for being willing to give up everything.”
“In a heartbeat.” His eyes flashed. “All of this. I would give up everything for you. Know that when I say I love you it’s because you’re special, beautiful, caring, unique. You drive me crazy, and now that I have you—I can’t imagine ever letting you go.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Good. Because I won’t let you.”
“Oh?”
She slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. He stared down at her with a half-lidded gaze as she removed his shirt.
When he was bare chested but still in his tux pants, she took a step back, crossed her arms over her breasts. “Well, good night,” she said.