Kiss Me, Don’t Talk: A Blizzard Night’s Confession novel Chapter 10

Georgiana glanced around, then spun on her heel and bumped straight into Latham.

Colorful laser lights sliced through the club, painting patterns across Latham’s black shirt. Those flickering lights seemed to wrap around him, his presence icy and commanding, his sharp features partly hidden so you couldn’t read his mood at all.

Adelina hadn’t noticed him yet. She kept talking, totally fired up. “You should have your husband deal with him. Let’s see if that creep ever tries anything like that again.”

Georgiana tugged softly on Adelina’s sleeve, her mind spinning as she tried to think of a good explanation.

But Adelina, still riding her high from just now, kept ranting. “Okay, but honestly, it kind of ruined the vibe. All I wanted to do was check out the hot guys. Babe, don’t let that perv get to you. Next time, we’re just ordering more eye candy.”

Georgiana bit down on her dry lips, her head dropping even lower. She didn’t need to look up to know her husband had just walked over. The polished black shoes in her line of sight said it all.

Layton scrambled to snatch Adelina back, his panic obvious in the way he glanced at Latham. “Adelina, you want to admit you were wrong?”

“Wrong about what… I…” Adelina started, but then she caught Layton’s look and followed it over to Latham. Her eyes got big as she realized who’d been standing there—this was the infamous, Latham Blair. She shot Layton a helpless look, hoping for support, but all she got was a silent *good luck, you’re on your own*. She gave in with a sigh. “Okay, I was wrong.”

Layton cleared his throat, trying for stern. “If you pull that again, you’re grounded from nights out with me.”

Adelina pinched him and played along. “Alright, alright! No more models.”

Georgiana peeked up, just for a second, and found herself staring right into Latham’s stormy eyes. Her nerves, which had almost settled, spiked all over again. She forced a blink and said, “Fancy seeing you here.”

Latham let out a low, cold laugh and studied her without saying a word.

Adelina hurried to take the blame. “Latham, the male models were my idea, not Gigi’s. She didn’t even look at them.”

Layton practically dragged her away. He shook his head, giving her a look that said please don’t make it worse. “It’s late. I’ll take her home. Georgiana, your husband will drive you.”

Why couldn’t he have just taken her too?

It took Georgiana a moment to process that brutal reality. She decided to try acting extra sweet, lowering her eyes in apology. “I’m sorry. It was my mistake.”

Latham’s stare turned even colder. “Are you done with the games?”

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