Or rather, the problem saw him.
She waved him to come over, and when he joined her and her friends in their table, Thornton saw right away that she was absolutely smashed.
“How long has she been like this?” he asked Frankie.
“Longer than I can bear,” Blake’s friend answered with a shudder, “so if you don’t mind…I’ll leave her to you?”
“I…um…have to start working, too.” Elizabeth quickly got up as well.
The speed with which the two girls left had Thornton blinking.
He turned back to his girlfriend.
He nearly smiled. “Is that all you can say?”
“Don’t you be smart with me, boy.”
“I’m the woman you love,” Blake said haughtily, “and you should treat me like a queen.”
“Is that so?” He was beginning to see why her friends had all been in such a hurry to leave.
She gave him a regal nod. “That’s so!”
He leaned back against his seat. “How do I do that?”
“First…” She pointed to his lap and flashed him an approving smile when he obeyed her silent command by scooping her off her seat and depositing him on his lap.
Someone behind him choked at hearing this, but Thornton didn’t mind. No one had ever had the guts to order him around like this, and it was quite…fun.
“Mm…” Her gaze narrowed at him. “I think you should fix your tone.”
“It has to be more…suburban.”
“Do you mean…subservient?”
Blake scowled. “That’s what I said!”
“You’re right.” And this time, he made sure to sound subservient. “I apologize.” He raised a brow. “Anything else?”
“Mm…I think I should make things harder for you.”
“Whatever you wish, my queen.”
“No, no, no.” She shook her head. “You should say my queen baby.”
There were laughter and choking this time, and a particularly loud groan which sounded very much like Frankie’s voice.
“Understood, my queen baby.”
“Oh my God.” This time, there was definitely no doubting it was Frankie, and she sounded like she was about to throw up in disgust.
“Aha!” Blake swayed as she leaned forward, and it took several laughable tries of her cupping her hands over different parts of his body before she finally got it right. Hands cupped over his ear, she whispered, “My next command is…”
Thornton’s eyes widened.
Aidan glanced at his youngest brother, who, as always, was busy recording the whole thing. “I don’t think you’ll be able to show this in public.”
“Why not? Blake’s a good sport. She’ll…” Ethan quickly stopped filming when he saw where Thornton’s hand was going.
Aidan smirked. “You were saying?”
Ethan shook his head. “Who would’ve thought?” Their innocent little Blake…was not so innocent after all.