As Naima worked the room, Grayson kept watch between her and Hana. He watched her glance at her phone, look around the room, then head for the door. Bambi is on the move! He was making his way towards Naima when his route was suddenly blocked by a familiar-looking, older woman.
Adelaide: “Don’t you look delicious.”
Grayson had come face-to-face with what appeared to be an old bitty on the prowl and by the way she was looking at him, he had become her prey. What IS it with these courtly ladies?
Grayson: “I’m not edible, but the food over there is.”
Adelaide: “And yet it’s not nearly as appetizing as what I see before me. I hope the show is as good as the view.”
Grayson: “Excuse me?”
What show? A puzzled Grayson stood there for a moment trying to figure out what the crazy lady was talking about. While talking to Maxwell, Naima happened to look over to see Adelaide practically molesting her bodyguard. Poor guy. She decided she would go and recue him from death by cougar. Go go gadget, fake smile.
Naima: “Hello, Adelaide.”
Adelaide: “Naima! I was just telling your guest here how I’m looking forward to seeing him in action.”
She was obviously tipsy and lightly swaying in her red bottoms. Naima looked at her, puzzled.
Naima: “What are you talking about?”
Adelaide: “You know. Of the exotic variety? Who knew those Beaumonts were so wily! Does he do private dances?”
Naima: “Wait a minute... You thought Maxwell got Liam a male stripper? For his birthday?”
Adelaide: “And why not? You never know what side a man’s bread is buttered on these days, darling. Or maybe he was a gift for both of you? They do say that royals have the most... unconventional tastes.”
She said the last part with a wicked smirk. She was clearly trying to get a rise out of Naima, but she wasn’t taking the bait. Not today, Satan.
Naima: “It’s not that kind of party. This is my bodyguard, Grayson, not Magic Mike, and he just alerted me to a possible security thing so, if you’ll excuse us...”
Naima wraps her arm around Grayson’s and moves him away from Adelaide.
Grayson: “Thanks for the rescue. I was sure she was about to unhinge her jaw and swallow me whole.”
Naima: “You got off lucky. No one usually gets away from Madeline’s mom without getting their ass grabbed and her phone number stuffed in their pants.”
Grayson: “THAT’s Madeline’s mom? But she’s...”
Naima: “I know, right? Total opposites.”
Grayson: “Oh, before she pounced on me, I was about to tell you that I saw Hana head out of the ballroom.”
Naima: “Let’s go before we lose her!”
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