Chapter Eighteen
Joey
The gala is as fancy as I knew it would be and we’ve only just arrived when Holt brings me a glass of champagne. We sip our bubbly and nibble on the trays of appetizers. Later, Holt surprises me by asking for a dance.
“You look hot as f**k in that dress,” he growls.
I reply with a small smile.
His response is to order me to meet him inside an unused coat closet. What the hell? I watch as he strides away. In a few minutes, I go and find him.
As soon as I step inside the closet, Holt shoves me against the door in a hot, hungry kiss, slamming it shut and leaving us in shadows. I devour him back, moaning loudly into his mouth, desire thrumming through me—God, it"s only been two days, but it feels like I"ve been starving for his touch forever. I know this won"t re
