She loved how he talked as she smiled. “And I suppose you find me more than tolerable as well as more than willing to dance with me at an assembly?”
“Oh definitely Miss Mantell, and there is one other thing you will never have to deal with in being with me, no Miss Bingley doing her best to prove how socially and physically unacceptable to me you are. Now come up and straddle my lap and let me worship your mouth love, I am desperately in need of your lips.” He grinned and despite her protests he soon had her where he wanted her and was kissing her deeply.
It was a short time later that they heard Robert’s soft question. “Is it safe to come out? None of us are drunk enough to want to end the party yet.”
Michael laughed, “Get your bloody ass out here, this party is just beginning as far as I am concerned. At least this time I have no reason to feel like an unwanted maiden aunt around you two.”
Brie kissed his throat and whispered. “From what I feel Michael, you are no aunt, I would definitely have to say you are more a very well-endowed uncle.”
“And may I ask my queen just how many of those you have seen to be so sure of that?”
“I have three older and two younger brothers. I also took sex education in school and Fleur has some very interesting DVD’s.”
He actually leered at her as he spoke, “Has your sister been preparing you for the right man who came along? Or doing her best to corrupt her younger sister?”
“I think it’s a little of both. To be honest, I think I was afraid of you at first; guys have been trying to use me to get close to my sisters since I was younger. About the time I hit puberty they seem to think that if they showed interest in me it would give them a clear shot down the road to whoever they were interested in.”
He nodded, “Hmm, I admit I know more than a few men who would do such a thing. But one advantage to a man who has been raised with honor and belief in truth Brie, none of us were raised to think that way and our parents would think it an insult to our family name if we did act that way.”
“How did you ever end up in Chicago anyway?”
He ran a finger along her face, making it clear he didn’t want to waste time just talking but shrugged. “I was invited here to work with a group of researchers at the Millstone Foundation. The hotel was already open and my brother James, who is the oldest, was living in the penthouse. This was four years ago, and then two years ago my brothers arrived to work in the Livingstone offices across town. The family had already decided to make Chicago our main headquarters here in the states because it has the best connections to any airport in the country. Our parents flew over last year when it was clear that their sons had no intention of coming home for every holiday and moved into a mansion they found not only reminded them the most of home, but fit their own personal styles. Father likes knowing he can keep a close eye on the family investments at a flick of a finger, and Mother is enthralled with the constantly changing view as she goes around the country and she comes home from each trip loaded with photos and souvenirs to inspire her painting.” He nipped at her neck, “Face it, Europe is way older than the US or Canada, but how many times you have to visit Paris before you’ve seen all the spots you came to see and the rest of it isn’t much different. Now be a good Queen and give me a kiss love, before I starve to death with hunger for you.” He said it so theatrically that everyone laughed, but Brie took pity on him, and soon she forgot all about everything but being held in his arms and kissed.