in, saving David from a good ripping.
I looked at David with a side-eyed glare and he laughed, which prompted me to face him full on.
“You fuckin' serious?” he asked, looking confused. His expression shifted to stoic, his voice was commanding. “Stop it, Austin. I wouldn't bring that shit up. You know that.”
“Really? Because—”
“Stop it and eat. While you were messing around with your face stuff, I made arrangements with a jewelry store. We gotta be there in an hour. Then we have to get back here for flower stuff, and we still have to get your dress.”
“I don't want to eat now,” I said defiantly.
“Eat, Austin.” He looked at me for a moment, then huffed out a laugh. “Fine. You wanna fight?”
“What?” I realized what he was saying—I was starting a fight for no reason. And I was getting on to him for the exact same thing this morning. “No.” I tried to hide the sulkiness in my voice and failed.
I sat staring across the table at nothing as I sipped my coffee, wondering where this paranoia was coming from.
My phone. Nude pics of a couple of ex's, of me, graphic text messages.
I was really regretting not being one of those people that regularly deleted texts. Every time I bought a new phone, I just transferred everything over and went on. Truthfully, I didn't even know what all was in there.
“Sweet girl, eat.” His deep voice was patient, so soothing to something inside me that I couldn't begin to describe. “It's fine. You can bitch at me all day if you want, just eat something. We gotta leave in fifteen minutes.”
I wasn't hungry, but before my fifteen minutes were up, I managed to eat part of the breakfast burrito, drink my coffee and convince myself that if David hadn't found those pics and texts yet, he wouldn't.
“Got everything you need?” David's voice rumbled as he stood and slid a black ball cap on over his still-damp hair, pulling it down low, shading his eyes from view.
Two things caught my attention. First, I had never seen him wear a hat and I hadn't seen him carrying one, so where did he get it? And second, I didn't think it was possible, but that hat made him sexier, accentuating his jawline, making his lips more prominent, eyes more intense. That hat was a terrible disguise, but seemed to be working for me as foreplay.
“Uh...” I started as I stood from the table, staring at his strong jaw. “I need my—”
Byron holding out my purse stopped me short.
“Thank you,” I muttered, taking it from him, a little dumbfounded at his attention to detail.
“Of course, Mrs. Taylor. I don't want you to be late.” Byron's voice was kind and refined.
“Call me Austin, please.”
“As you wish,” Byron said, glancing at David.
I should have known. David probably asked for me to be called Mrs. Taylor.
David's jaw flexed before he turned briskly, heading for the door. He looked back at me over his shoulder and rumbled, “Come on. We gotta go.”
Following behind him, I was still surprised by how good a simple hat made him look. Apparently it was noticeable.
“What?” he asked when I got close.
“Nothing. Just never seen you in a hat.” I tried to play it off.
“Ohhh, yeah, because you don't like baseball,” he teased, leaning closer. “Do you approve?”
I looked him over again, my eyes finally landing on his shadowed eyes, darting to his mouth, then that jaw.
A jaw perfect for sitting on. Lips perfect for...
My breathing turned shallow and my core clenched hard.
“Oh, yeah.” His eyes slowly roamed down to my chest and back up to my eyes. He growled, “You approve.”
His intense gaze combined with that voice had my clit throbbing as I followed him out to the car.
Dear God, that man knew how to eye-fuck.
CHAPTER FIVE
David helped me out of the limo, when we arrived at Cartier, keeping his possessive hand on the top curve of my ass as we walked up to the door. If someone else had been so
I looked at David with a side-eyed glare and he laughed, which prompted me to face him full on.
“You fuckin' serious?” he asked, looking confused. His expression shifted to stoic, his voice was commanding. “Stop it, Austin. I wouldn't bring that shit up. You know that.”
“Really? Because—”
“Stop it and eat. While you were messing around with your face stuff, I made arrangements with a jewelry store. We gotta be there in an hour. Then we have to get back here for flower stuff, and we still have to get your dress.”
“I don't want to eat now,” I said defiantly.
“Eat, Austin.” He looked at me for a moment, then huffed out a laugh. “Fine. You wanna fight?”
“What?” I realized what he was saying—I was starting a fight for no reason. And I was getting on to him for the exact same thing this morning. “No.” I tried to hide the sulkiness in my voice and failed.
I sat staring across the table at nothing as I sipped my coffee, wondering where this paranoia was coming from.
My phone. Nude pics of a couple of ex's, of me, graphic text messages.
I was really regretting not being one of those people that regularly deleted texts. Every time I bought a new phone, I just transferred everything over and went on. Truthfully, I didn't even know what all was in there.
“Sweet girl, eat.” His deep voice was patient, so soothing to something inside me that I couldn't begin to describe. “It's fine. You can bitch at me all day if you want, just eat something. We gotta leave in fifteen minutes.”
I wasn't hungry, but before my fifteen minutes were up, I managed to eat part of the breakfast burrito, drink my coffee and convince myself that if David hadn't found those pics and texts yet, he wouldn't.
“Got everything you need?” David's voice rumbled as he stood and slid a black ball cap on over his still-damp hair, pulling it down low, shading his eyes from view.
Two things caught my attention. First, I had never seen him wear a hat and I hadn't seen him carrying one, so where did he get it? And second, I didn't think it was possible, but that hat made him sexier, accentuating his jawline, making his lips more prominent, eyes more intense. That hat was a terrible disguise, but seemed to be working for me as foreplay.
“Uh...” I started as I stood from the table, staring at his strong jaw. “I need my—”
Byron holding out my purse stopped me short.
“Thank you,” I muttered, taking it from him, a little dumbfounded at his attention to detail.
“Of course, Mrs. Taylor. I don't want you to be late.” Byron's voice was kind and refined.
“Call me Austin, please.”
“As you wish,” Byron said, glancing at David.
I should have known. David probably asked for me to be called Mrs. Taylor.
David's jaw flexed before he turned briskly, heading for the door. He looked back at me over his shoulder and rumbled, “Come on. We gotta go.”
Following behind him, I was still surprised by how good a simple hat made him look. Apparently it was noticeable.
“What?” he asked when I got close.
“Nothing. Just never seen you in a hat.” I tried to play it off.
“Ohhh, yeah, because you don't like baseball,” he teased, leaning closer. “Do you approve?”
I looked him over again, my eyes finally landing on his shadowed eyes, darting to his mouth, then that jaw.
A jaw perfect for sitting on. Lips perfect for...
My breathing turned shallow and my core clenched hard.
“Oh, yeah.” His eyes slowly roamed down to my chest and back up to my eyes. He growled, “You approve.”
His intense gaze combined with that voice had my clit throbbing as I followed him out to the car.
Dear God, that man knew how to eye-fuck.
CHAPTER FIVE
David helped me out of the limo, when we arrived at Cartier, keeping his possessive hand on the top curve of my ass as we walked up to the door. If someone else had been so
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