Release Date: January 2, 2015
When the waitress leaves her after delivering Ayden her food, I walk over and just as she’s about to take a bite, she looks up and we make eye contact. I can’t help the smirk spreading across my face, at the look of excitement, laced with worry, and could it be lust on her face? I don’t know what it is, but I hold her gaze for a couple of seconds before she looks down at her plate, denying me those beautiful jade eyes.
I sit down across from her in the booth. I can see her squirm, I still have the same effect on her and she still holds the same power over me. I have to readjust myself, my jeans are getting tight.
“Ayden.” I see her shiver when I say her name. She finally looks back at me.
“Anthony.” Her tone is clipped. She’s clearly surprised and not very happy to see me.
“We need to talk Sweet Cheeks.”
“Don’t call me that. You’ve lost that privilege long ago,” she whispers, she’s getting pissed. Good, at least she’s still affected by my nickname for her.
“Now, I wasn’t the one running away. I didn’t do anything wrong. I can still call you that if I want to.” I smirk playfully. I’m still hurt, but I don’t want her to run away again.
“I deserved that. Now if you don’t mind I’m trying to enjoy my diner.” She takes a bite of her pickle. Fuck me she did that on purpose!
“I see that.” I steal a piece of bacon from her burger and take a bite.
“Hey, that’s mine!”
“Too bad, now it’s mine.” I wink at her and shove the rest in my mouth.
“Fucker! You don’t mess with a woman’s food!” She’s adorable and extremely hot when she’s pissed.
“Well looks like I did, now will you listen to what I have to say or not?”
“Or not.” She takes an angry bite of the pickle again.
“Kinky.” I smirk licking my lips.
“Piss off Ant!” she whispers loudly.
“We’re going to talk Sweet Cheeks, like it or not, we will very soon.”
“There’s nothing left to say. I know what’s been going on, my mom’s kept me updated on everything. I don’t need you to repeat it to me, I’m good. We don’t have to act like we are friends.” I know she doesn’t mean it. She’s trying to hold back her tears and her lower lip is quivering.
“As you wish Sweet Cheeks. But it will happen very soon… you can bet on it.” I look into her eyes. Showing her I’m very serious about this talk we need to have. I want to have our talk now but I don’t want to scare her away even more. The last thing I want is for her to leave town again. It would kill me. “Have a nice day.” I take a sip of her drink, wink at her, and bend down to kiss her cheek—her soft skin is like heaven. I make my way out of the restaurant knowing I managed to get her attention and that she won’t forget I exist anytime soon. I just can’t wait to be able to talk with her and lay it all out.
About the Author
Muriel Garcia grew up in Belgium. She loves music, tattoos—especially on hot men, traveling, and cooking. She has always had an overly imaginative and creative mind but never thought of writing a book until a couple of months ago. Now she couldn’t imagine not writing stories that are near and dear to her heart.