Shenanigans (Pretense and Promises Book 2) by Jade C. Jamison

Author:Jade C. Jamison [Jamison, Jade C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

WHEN MORGAN HAD come back to the party in a new dress (thankful that she had never under-packed for a trip in her life), she’d sought out Conor. In her mind, she’d been sure he would be easy to spot. After all, Conor was tall. But there were a few tall men in the crowd with dark brown hair. The tux he’d rented was a pretty generic black-and-white deal, too.

But when she’d entered the ballroom, she’d looked around, assessing the most likely men and then wandering around a little to try to find out for certain. Taking her best guess, she’d asked this man to dance.

The dance had been sensual, and it had been like they’d dropped their real masks that they wore everyday—the ones that labeled them boss and employee, older man and younger woman, all the reasons they were able to put barriers and distance between them. Dancing with the masquerade disguises allowed them to drop all those conventions and just be themselves, speak with their bodies, and ultimately discover that maybe there was a whole hell of a lot more chemistry there than they’d expected.

Was she going to feel like a complete fucking idiot if this man removed his mask to reveal that he wasn’t Conor?

But then she started questioning herself. Was it Jacob, the man who’d seemed to be crushing on her all night, the washed-up quarterback wanting to take another stab at life? He was about Conor’s height after all—and he’d wanted to strike up something with Morgan. With the mask and tuxedo in the darkened room, his weird hair might not have been noticeable.

This man didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so, almost like he was frozen, so Morgan reached up to take his mask off herself. She had to know. The man didn’t flinch, so she wrapped her fingers around the side of the mask and slowly brought it up, reminding herself that those lips looked like Conor’s, the build of his body, the scent of his sandalwood cologne—if this wasn’t Conor, she’d be shocked…but, if she hadn’t been playing his fiancée, she would have considered spending a little alone time with another man. The only thing stopping her was the loyalty she felt to her friend and boss.

But it was him—his beautiful earth-brown eyes shone as she lifted the mask up over his head, but no smile of recognition crossed his face. Was he angry? Upset? Furious that it was Morgan and not some other woman he’d been hoping to hook up with before they left?

After all the chatter, she led him to remove her mask, too—and she had no idea what he was thinking. The music had started up again and there was lots of talking now, but time all but stood still with Morgan and Conor. She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Say something, Conor.”

His eyes searched hers as if seeking the answers to ancient unsolved mysteries. His voice was low and angry-sounding, a quality she’d never heard in his words before.

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