Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"The body says what words cannot." — Martha Graham ————————————————————
Chapter 21 <—————————————>
Maggie
The night carried on agonizingly slow. There were several of the mayors' friends who stopped by our table to speak to Luke throughout it. I saw a side of him I'd never seen before. It was professional in every sense, but it sounded so rehearsed, I think I knew the speech word by word now.
I'd lost count of how many women had stopped by to talk, well, flirt, with Luke, as well. If I were his girlfriend, I'd sure as hell hate it. This shit was exhausting just acting like it. To my shock though, he'd deliver a head nod every time they pursued him, a cold shoulder in tow until they took the hint.
Other than that, I had managed to find several distractions to help guide me away from the path of insanity. By distractions, I meant champagne and a butt-load of truffles.
I'd lost count after a while, but as time went on, my stomach started to twist. I wasn't sure if it were because I needed actual food, or if I'd eaten too much chocolate.
Luke looked to me, an amused glint in his eye. He took the truffle from my hand for himself. "You good?"
I nodded, keeping my expression straight. "Of course I am."
Luke chuckled, picking his glass up. "Mhm," he kicked back the rest of his champagne, then stood. "Good, because it's time—"
I hopped up so quick, I nearly turned the chair over. "To go home?"
He drew out a sigh. "I fucking wish, but no." He linked our fingers, leading me closer to him. "There's one...minor detail I forgot to mention about tonight."
I watched him warily. "Please say that Beyoncé is going to come out of that chocolate fountain with a halftime performance or something."
"We have to slow dance," Luke rushed out. "Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do, but—"
My mouth fell to my knees. No way. No fucking way. "Absolutely not." I yanked my finger away from him.
"Maggie," he hissed. "Do you know how badly it'll look if the mayor's son isn't out there with everyone else?"
"I don't give two flying fucks," I snapped at him. "That's not my problem, okay? I did all that you asked. I showed up, I was a good girl, and I played the role. Now I'm going home."
I picked up the ends of my dress, then grabbed my clutch. I didn't even bother to finish the champagne, before I began to advance toward the kitchen.
