Page 94 of Wright Together
I squirmed against him. “You’d better.”
“Guaranteed.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and then tugged me out the door.
I groaned, wanting nothing more than to take him up on that offer beforeandafter the event tonight. Whitt laughed at my protest and helped me into the car, smacking my ass before I took my seat.
Jensen had rented out a ballroom at a downtown hotel, conveniently located only a block from Wright Construction. Whitt pulled his Lexus into valet, and I was assisted out of the car. Whitt held out his arm and escorted me inside.
“I have another surprise.” Whitt removed something out of his pocket and held up the key card.
“You got us a room?” I asked with a laugh. “I live five minutes from here.”
“But neither of us has to drive home if we drink.”
“Safety first.”
He squeezed my hip and winked at me. “Something like that.”
Whitt handed off our tickets to the man at the door, and we stepped inside. The ballroom had a sky-high ceiling with a second-story balcony that wrapped around the room. Chandeliers dotted the room, emitting a soft glow upon the festivities. A dozen round tables were decorated with fresh flowers for the dinner portion of the event. And along the back wall was a row of auction items to bid on.
“I heard that Morgan is offering a trip on the private jet,” Whitt told me as we found our seats.
“Jesus, how much is that going to go for?”
“Who knows? A small fortune.”
I still couldn’t believe that people could afford anything like that. Let alone that the Wrights had a private jet on standby for them. That Jensen would be using it on Sunday to take Colton back to New York City.
“What else do you think they have?”
“I know that Jordan said they were going to do a limited vintage wine, named after the recipient, from the vineyard.”
“That’s cool.”
“We can go look if you want.”
“Drinks first,” I insisted.
I wasn’t buying anything. I’d need a drink and some food to mingle with people who could.
We ran into Jordan, Julian, Annie, and Jennifer at the bar. We grabbed drinks and stepped away from the congestion of free booze.
“Did you ever hear from Dad?” Jordan asked.
Whitt shrugged. “I told him we weren’t interested, but he said he was going to come up anyway, just in case.”
Annie wrinkled her nose. “Typical.”
Jennifer put her hand on Julian’s arm. “Your dad is coming into town? You didn’t tell me.”
“I only knew he wanted to,” Julian said. “Maybe we should all plan a trip out of town.” He gestured to the first auction item. “We could all get away to Vegas for the weekend if we win this item.”
“A stay at the Bellagio for two nights,” Annie said with a glint in her eye. “I do like to gamble.”
“You’reterribleat gambling,” Jordan said with a laugh.
“You’re not supposed to be good at it!” Annie insisted as she scribbled Jordan’s name on the paper.
He sighed heavily. “You’re paying for that.”