[THIS STORY WILL BE TAKEN DOWN ON SEPTEMBER 30, 2024]
This is a collection of bonus scenes I've written over the years. Some are part of later books in the series. Some short stories are simply 'What If' scenarios. Some moments are scenes that happe...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I escorted Tabitha back to my car with the 'fancy doors' she liked to tease me with.
Like a gentleman, I opened the car door for her. I had promised myself that I would behave gentlemanly for the evening. Which also meant not jumping her. Stupidest fucking idea I'd had in a long, long time. I was dying to kiss her. Touch her. Do more to her. I'd also failed with the whole no-swearing thing, but the godsdamned light show had been delayed for some fucked up reason and I hadn't wanted Tabitha to miss out on it. The light show was the very reason why I'd taken her here for our date.
Tabitha ducked inside the Bugatti, putting her handbag down by her feet, and buckled up her seatbelt. I jogged around the car to the driver's side and got behind the wheel. The engine purred into life when I flipped the ignition, and then we were gliding away, turning onto the road and joining the traffic winding around the lake, to head home to the Deniuads estate.
The city fell away when we left the highways to traverse the quiet country roads, the landscape flying by in a blur of black. Music played as we traveled onwards. Tabitha tapped her heeled foot to the beat of The Pretenders, singing softly to Don't Get Me Wrong. As she sang, I covertly stole glances at her. She'd undone a few of the buttons to her jacket, and beneath her peacoat, Tabitha was a prim fucking wet dream in her demure outfit, the cream pleated skirt and matching cardigan, black tights and high heels.
Pity that I was so adamant about acting like a gentleman tonight.
Idiot.
The headlights cut through the night, the road streaming behind us as we neared the estate. I tapped my thumb on the steering wheel anxious to find out when we were going to meet again. Okay, so she wanted to go stargazing with her aunt tomorrow night. Cool. Whatever. Trying not to act like a whiny sad sap, I cleared my voice and asked casually, "So, there's this really awesome band we should check out the night after your stargazing."
Tabitha angled herself on the seat to face me better. Her cute freckled nose wrinkled in apology. "Sorry, I'm not free that night either. I have the Stag Party to go to."
I turned to her with exaggerated slowness. What the fuck did she just say? "Stag Party?"
"I'm Oswin's Best Man," she replied, beaming with pride. "There's a lot of responsibility that comes with the position, including making sure the groom has a good time at his Stag Party."
My voice was a low, grumble, almost like a warning shot. "Who else is going?"
"Oh, most of Oswin's friends," she replied airily, turning to face frontwards again.
"Tomas?"
She nodded. "Yes, I do believe he'll be there."
My voice was a strangled note. "Any other girls?"
"Oh, no, it's just going to be me."
My fingers tightened so hard on the steering wheel that my knuckles burned white. I kept my eyes on the road ahead of me so I didn't give away the dark scowl creasing my face.
