“You underestimate the power I have with words, Scarlett.” He walked across the hall, wrapping his arms around her waist and tucking his head at the nook of her neck. Pressing his lips against the side of her neck and looking at the beautiful women that was more enigma than reality. “Planning Melody’s bachelorette party, already?”
“What have I told you about holding me in public? You’re going to ruin my cold hearted bitch fame.” She doesn’t try to hide the smile anymore – it’s rather pointless. It’s pointless to try and pretend that she doesn’t feel differently when she’s around him, that he doesn’t bring a smile to her face just by existing. It’s pointless to pretend that it’s all an act, nothing more than a game. “I don’t know why you sound surprised. Melody deserves a bachelorette party with a shreded stripper, eight pack and all, not Danny DeVito.”