He sneered "To make sure fuckers keep their wandering eyes to themselves."

Crossing my arms, I tilted my head at him "What would you do if you were there? Gauge their eyeballs out?"

Stone went quiet. He almost appeared to be contemplating the idea.

I shook my head at him and attempted to hide my amusement "I think you have made it pretty clear to everyone that I am yours."

That is when he chooses to pull my body into his chest as his husky voice tickles my lips "Damn right."

Feeling the need to mention it before he did, I asked with a nervous laugh "Did you like Charlie's present?"

His mouth moved until it was against my ear "Why are you not wearing a bra?"

"It is visible under the dress." I explained.

My sentence did not lessen the tension in his wide shoulders. It also did not stop his jaw from ticking.

I could not resist poking the bear as I feigned innocence "So is it a bad time to mention my lack of lower underwear?"

"What?" He bellowed, his rough voice deepening.

Jumping up, I gave him a quick kiss on the jaw "Just kidding."

A low grumble came from his chest "You are going to be the death of me."

"Maybe you will be the death of me." I mentioned while shamefully feeling up his chest "You are not even dressed up and you are still ridiculously handsome. I think you would look great in a tux or even just a dress shirt. It is a real shame you cannot come."

He placed a piece of my curled hair behind my ear before apologising "I am sorry."

"It is okay." I let out a small sigh "I know you and Brennan are busy. Plus, I would not make you go with me."

"I would go anywhere for you." He spoke before complimenting me again "You are bewitching."

"Bewitching? Who are you? Mr Darcy?" I teased as I smiled up at him "Charlie said that I look like a sea witch princess."

Stone's chuckle came out hoarse "The most beautiful sea witch princess."

From what I had gathered, he had eased and was more relaxed now that the conversation about him not being able to come with me was over.

I was not finished there. I needed my revenge on him for paying a little boy to spill my secrets.

"I will have to dance with somebody tonight though." I taunted.

Silence.

Then he growled "What?"

"It is a dance, and I can’t just sit around." I mentioned before adding more of a lovey-dovey tone to my voice "I have also always wanted to have a magical dance. Like in the movies. Where my heart will soar, and I will be swept off my feet."

His eyes lightened at my sarcastic tone, but he did not completely lose his scowl.

Another soft growl left his mouth as he promised "You will get your dance."