hold
your hand the whole way there—I never hold a woman’s hand, just
so you know. Once we’re inside, I’m going to get you that salad
you eat every day and sit you on my lap while I feed you bites in
between the kisses you’ll be giving me. You see, I need to claim
you, too. Because every man in that cafeteria has been checking you
out since you started, and it’s taken a strength I didn’t know I
had not to fight them all.”
“You know what I eat
for lunch?”
“I know everything
about you at work. If I tell you the rest, though, you may run out of
here thinking I’m a crazy stalker.”
“Tell me,” she says
before leaning forward and brushing her lips over mine.
“Do I get a kiss for
every secret I reveal?”
“Mm-hm.”
“I have access to the
security cameras. Sometimes I bring up the foundation lobby and watch
you work. You have no idea what it does to me when you chew on your
pen when you’re thinking. Or twirl your hair around your finger
when you talk on the phone. My favorite is when you’re talking with
the other girls. Your smile is so beautiful. I love seeing you
happy.”
“That isn’t
stalkerish.”
“It isn’t?”
“No.”
That’s all the
warning I get as she takes my mouth. I let her control the kiss,
because I know she needs to feel in control. And because it’s hot.
Like five alarm fire hot.
She pulls me to the
couch and then slides onto my lap. Our hands are moving over the top
of each other’s clothes, but it’s not enough. I’m just
unzipping her zipper when the doorbell rings. What the fuck?
“It’s my family.”
“Shit.”
She gets up off me,
taking a moment to straighten her hair a little before she goes to
the door. I button my suit jacket back up. The last thing I need is
for her uncles to see my hard-on. I may be stupid, but I want to
live.
“Hi guys, what’s
up?”
“What’s up is that
you’re in here alone with him.” Shit. Owen’s pissed. Never
good.
“And?”
“He’s…well, you
know.”
“My boyfriend? Are
those the words you were looking for?”
Whoa. That’s hotter
than the kiss. Having her call me her boyfriend. Fuck yeah, I am.
“Boyfriend?”
“Yes, I’m her
boyfriend. Do you have a problem with that Owen? Because if you do,
we should talk about it now. I’m not going anywhere.”
I walk up and put my
arm around her, kissing her cheek. Maybe I do have a death wish, but she’s worth it. Owen opens his mouth to
speak, but his wife, Candi, smacks his arm before he can say
anything.
“Let’s all go
inside. Because we are going to talk about this,” Ryan says as he pushes past us, nearly
knocking me over in the process. Yeah, this should be fun.
* * *
Alex
I’m angry. Like,
really angry. Who do they think they are? And if my Uncle Ryan thinks
he can get away with slamming into Miles, he has another thing
coming. I wait until everyone is seated before speaking.
“Apologize to Miles,
Uncle Ryan.”
“What am I
apologizing for?”
“You purposely pushed
into him when you walked in.”
“Its fine, Xandy. He
doesn’t need to apologize.”
“Yes, he does. I
don’t want them giving you a hard time and scaring you away.”
“They can’t scare
me away. Now that I finally have you, nothing could scare me away. Not even your uncles.”
“Maybe you two should
sit down and explain this all to us. I, for one, am a little lost,”
Yasmin tells us.
“Fine. But someone
has to move. I see that you haven’t left two seats next to each
other. I’m sitting with Miles. I’ll always be sitting with Miles,
so you should get used to it.”
They look like they
want to argue, but I stand my ground. Everyone shifts so that one of
the loveseats is now available for Miles and me. I know he’s trying
hard not to laugh as I lead him to our seat and sit so I’m
practically on top of him. It’s time for me to stand up for myself,
and for him.
“Okay. I need to get
this out of the way. You all know how close Alex and I
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