Page 41 of Wright Together

“Hey, Max,” I said with a grin.

He eyed me up and down. “Eve. Stunning, as always.”

I winked at him. “Thanks.”

“Can I see it?”

Blaire and Piper exchanged a look.

“See what?” Piper asked.

“My latest ink,” I reassured them. I flipped my hair to the side and drew my strap off of my shoulder so he could see the full peony work.

Max whistled. “Damn, Joseph does some good-ass work.”

“He really does.”

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to the tattoo.

“Yep.”

He gently lifted my arm and examined Joseph’s work. Max was working on full sleeves. I’d considered it, but right now, I was so enamored with my peonies that I wasn’t sure I wanted anything to take away from the beauty of it.

“Damn,” he said.

A throat cleared behind him. I glanced up and into the piercing eyes of Whitton Wright. His jaw was set, and he had a hard, possessive look across his features. Blaire’s and Piper’s eyebrows shot up. Max dropped my arm. I slowly dragged my sleeve back up to my shoulder.

“Hey,” I said with a smile. “Congratulations.”

Blaire and Piper jumped in immediately.

“Oh, yes, congrats!”

“The man of the evening!”

“Thank you,” Whitt said, his voice as smooth as glass.

“We’ll talk later,” I told Max. I patted his arm twice and then stepped across the threshold to the very tall, aggressive alpha male who looked like he was ready to eat me for dinner. “Hey,” I repeated.

“Hey,” he said.

“You look nice.” I ran my hand down the front of his green tie.

Somehow, we matched, and it was a complete accident.

“I like your dress,” he said, his voice tight.

“Well, that’s good. Blaire and Piper think I wore it so you could take it off.”

“Did you?”

“Maybe,” I teased.

He arched an eyebrow. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because I’m a modern woman and I wear my clothes for myself. I don’t need to do anything for a man.”

A grin cracked through his veneer. “Ah, there’s the Eve that I know.”