The door opens before we get to it. I don’t even hesitate to call the man Miguel. He’s tall and lean with the kind of tan that can’t be real in Chicago. His suit is almost as expensive as Leo’s, the first thought that comes to mind is dapper. With thick, dark, wavy hair controlled off his smooth forehead above a nose thin and sharp above pouty lips. I want to sigh, he’s so pretty. The suit is a dove grey silk the shirt is a raspberry pink, the bowtie is a paisley in dark grey and bright pink with a pocket square. I’m engulfed in a wafting scent of juniper and ylang-ylang, it fits him perfectly. He kisses me on each cheek.
“Gorgeous, I knew you would be for Leo to be so bewitched as if you put a spell on him. How adorable, you blush. Come, come, you must look over everything to see if it meets with your approval. Leo was here earlier, but this is your event. I want to know you are happy.”
“Hi, I love you so much.” And I mean it.
Miguel chuckles with a teasing toss of his head basking in my adoration. “I know, gorgeous. The feeling is mutual, read your books. Love. Them. The bags under my eyes have feelings for you, but they aren’t love.”
I shake my head. “How naughty you are, fishing for compliments when you know you make all the girls and boys swoon.”
Leo pulls me close, his arm tight around my waist. His breath hot in my ear. “Watching you flirt with another man, gay or not, is making me think of ways to punish you later.”
The promise in his growling words has me blushing to my belly button, I can’t wait. Miguel laughs as he pulls me out of Leo’s arms. “Behave, Leo. I’ll give her back to you at the end of the night.”
“Just watch those hands of yours,” Leo grumbles as he lets me go.
I’m trotting to keep up with Miguel as he walks towards the back. I gasp, it’s amazing. There are tall tables that are chest high dotting the area and on them are luscious tidbits, the kind of appetizers that are too pretty to eat. In the middle of the tables are the prettiest centerpieces of roses, peonies, and hmm. “What are these flowers?”
“Dahlias, aren’t they lovely? The thing I love about Leo is he knows what he wants.”
“The flowers were Leo’s idea?”
“Most of everything you see was Leo’s idea.”
When I see the signing table, I can’t keep from running my hands over the cloth covering the table. It’s pale pink silk with threads of gold running through it. “Are you serious?”