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Sterling circles around to his seat and settles down.
I take a breath and try to focus on the instructions the blonde gives about how to paint, but nothing she says makes any sense to me, so I decide to just wing it.
“Tell me about you, Fate.”
I don’t know why he keeps calling me that, but I kind of like it—the thought that he thinks I’m inevitable. “I just moved to Silver Spoon Falls a few weeks ago,” I say.
“That explains it, then.”
“Explains what?”
“Why I haven’t seen you around. I’d definitely have remembered you.”
My stomach flutters again. He’s very charming, but not in a gross way. I like his brand of charm.
“What about you?” I ask, trying to keep the spotlight off of me as much as possible. I don’t want to lie to him, but I’m also not entirely sure now is the time to spring on him that I’m on this date under false pretenses. It seems... wrong now that I’ve met him.
“I split my time between Silver Spoon Falls and Midnight Falls,” he says, already hard at work on his painting. I’m still trying to figure out how to mix colors.
“Isn’t Midnight Falls the Halloween town?”
“That’s the one.” He chuckles. “My family owns the retreat over there.”
I blink, pausing in the act of squirting black paint onto my canvas. “The town was named after your family.”
“Yeah,” he says softly, no hint of arrogance in his voice. “Or we named the town. I don’t think anyone fucking knows which it is at this point.”
My Fairy Godmother really is a Fairy Godmother. She hooked me up with the penultimate billionaire. The Midnight family has been in Texas for generations. Their company, Midnight Industries, owns the largest chain of haunted houses, ghost tours, and costume companies in the United States.
“So, what you’re saying is Halloween is your favorite,” I tease.
He meets my gaze over the top of his canvas, heat burning in his eyes. “It was. But meeting a Valentine might have just changed my mind.”
Oh. My. Goodness.
Sterling Midnight is on a mission to ruin my panties. And dammit, I think he’s going to succeed.
CHAPTER 3
STERLING
She’s the most stunning, adorable woman I’ve ever met and she’s all goddamn mine. I take a healthy sip of the wine before adjusting my cock, trying not to draw too much attention to the fucking bulge tenting the front of my dress pants.
Ginni, with her luminous green eyes and fiery red curls, is already brushing bold strokes across her canvas. I ignore the soft murmur of all the other couples engaging in the same awkward but amusing first-date painting activity. The air smells like acrylic paint and red wine, a cozy combination.
“I hope you like Picasso because I can assure you my artistic skills might make you resemble something of his style,” she jokes, squinting at the canvas, and the maze of freckles dotting her cheeks and nose shift subtly, giving her a playful, ever-changing expression. It's like watching an animated landscape of tiny, ginger specks that dance around her nose and cheeks, reacting to her facial movements.
I can’t help but smile as I watch her little pink tongue peek out between her lips as she concentrates. “I love Picasso, so consider me forewarned and thrilled. Just no extra eyes where they don’t belong, okay?” I joke, needing her attention back on me.
I don’t know how, but this curvy little firecracker reached into my chest and stole my goddamn heart within seconds of our meeting.
She glances up at me and winks. “No promises, but I'll do my best.”
My goddamn cock steadily leaks cum as I watch her concentrate on her masterpiece. Turning back to my own canvas, I get my ass into gear. The sooner we finish these paintings, the sooner I can get Ginni alone.
As I finish up the outline of her face, I find my usual tension beginning to melt away. All the stress of dealing with my youngest brother’s temperamental breakdown over the new amusement park rides fades to black.
Ginni chats about everything and nothing all at once—from her favorite mystery books to her love of cooking, which she claims usually leads to minor kitchen disasters. “So far this week, all I’ve managed to whip up is burnt toast, but I keep experimenting. I figure I’ll eventually get something edible.”
