No Reservations - Megan Hart [69]
They both washed quickly and as he pulled the new sweater, black with a fine line of red across the chest, he caught Leah looking at him. 'What?'
She smiled. 'Handsome. I knew it would suit you.'
He looked at the sweater, which was light enough for Vegas at this time of year, and pushed the sleeves up on his elbows. 'Of course you did.'
She always knew. Even things he'd never have thought he'd like, Leah knew he would. It had been true of sushi and clothes and movies and music and books. Brandon had no doubt it would be true of most everything, always.
And you know, too. Don't you?' she asked as she pinned her hair into a twist on top of her head. 'What suits me.' He moved closer to pull her into his arms. 'I hope so. I want to.'
She snuggled dose. She could be so soft when she wanted. He loved that, too. A knock at the door pushed her to kiss him and then open it. 'Hi.'
Kate stood on the other side, a hand over her eyes, i'm just making sure nobody's naked.' Leah laughed. No, it's fine. Breakfast?'
Kate peeked through her fingers with a laugh, then took her hand away. 'Do they call it breakfast if you eat it at lundi time?' 'I don't care what they call it,' Leah said. I'm starving.' Brandon's stomach rumbled again, even louder.
'Uh oh,' Kate said. Better get some food in you, Band Boy, or else you might stop growing. C'mon, I've got some vouchers for the buffet downstairs and my contact hooked me up with tickets to the big party tonight, too. Not that we'd have any trouble finding something fun to do ourselves, but this thing looks schwanky. Black tie.'
She swept Brandon up and down with her look. 'Did you bring your tux?'
Leah laughed as she followed Kate into the suite's living room, i didn't exactly bring a gown, either. What are you going to wear?'
Brandon liked to look good but aside from that didn't much care about clothes. He caught Dix's eye, and the other man shrugged. It wasn't likely he'd packed anything black tie, either.
'Weil go after breakfast,' Leah was saying as she took his hand. Her fingers squeezed his. He hadn't been paying attention, and she had to explain. 'Shopping.'
He tried his best to shield the i'd rather poke my eyes out with a burning stick' expression, but Leah saw it anyway. She laughed and nudged against him. 'It'll be fun.'
He believed that like he believed in fairies.
Breakfast, on the other hand, he could get behind, especially from the hotel's huge, extravagant buffet. The four of them shared a booth big enough for six. Within ten minutes, every inch of the table was covered by heaping plates of food, mugs of coffee and flatware.
'Where do you put it?' Dix asked him as Brandon came back with another plate of eggs, sausage and biscuits. 'Inside my gigantic dick,' Brandon said with a grin as he slathered butter on his biscuit.
Dix laughed and leant back with his arm across the back of the booth to toy with a strand of Kate's hair. 'Good one.'
Leah nudged Brandon in the side. 'Gross.'
He raised a brow, mouth full of bread and butter. Her hand slid up his thigh to squeeze him gently while he couldn't speak. She gave him an utterly wicked grin that had him stirring.
'Hey, hey,' Dix said. 'Don't get him started, he needs that thing to store dessert.' Kate sat back, a hand on her stomach. 'God, I'm stuffed.'
Dix leant to nuzzle at her neck. 'Don't worry, darling Kate, I'll help you work it all off.'
Kate shooed him, laughing, but submitted to a kiss a second later. 'Leah, get yours out of here and I'll take mine. Boys, we need clothes for tonight. As much as I'm sure we'd both like to see you show up to the party naked, I think this place has rules against it.'
And no way am I missing the party.' Leah tapped an advertising card set up on the table. 'Champagne and caviar, a complimentary buffet. . . jeez, I hope there's going to be dancing to counter all that.'
'Three dance floors, baby.' Kate pointed at the card. 'Live big band music, a techno rave club, whatever