A tingling sensation ran down James' spine and settled in his groin. He did love when someone played with his hair. Combined with Gilderoi's provocative voice and Galadari's flirting fingers, James had just one thought come to mind.
"Is it rude to leave my own party early?"
Before the elves could answer, James' phone buzzed again and this time he took it out to read Paxton's response. On past occasions, James had enjoyed combining anger with lust, but tonight a third element entered the cocktail. Spite.
"Let's take a picture." James flipped to the camera and handed it to Gil, who had a longer reach and could capture the three of them together. "Let Paxton see exactly what he's missing."