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Scarlett opens like night jasmine at the touch of the moon. She flowers for me, her mouth opening and inviting me in, the soft little sounds she makes as she kisses me back, the way her body flows in against me and I’m losing my footing, too.
It would be so easy to sink down into this, succumb to this creation of ours, and see where it leads.
But I don’t.
I break the kiss.
Then I let her go and step back. “Like that, Scarlett.”
She nods, her hand shaking as she raises it to her lips.
“You also need to make it look good,” I say. “Now I have a meeting to get to.”
“Ten-four, boss man,” she said, but she’s shaking when she leaves, which pleases me.
Her off kilter adds to the authenticity of what I’m attempting to pull off.
Problem is, I’m tangled up in this, too. Far more than I want, deeper than I should be.
And that doesn’t please me at all.
Chapter Twelve
Scarlett
There’s panicking. And then there’s this. Doomsday clock level of panic and the clock’s about to set off Armageddon.
I’m exaggerating.
But I’m most definitely in a complete panic that threatens to swallow me whole.
It’s Thursday night and I’m lost.
This is his family.
I didn’t sign up for this.
And that kiss…on top of the other kisses… I didn’t sign up for those, either. While they were glorious, what the hell is going to happen if it goes places?
Because if I’m honest with myself, he’d be able to seduce me with a look. I’m basically ready to rip off my panties for him. That’s not exactly the proudest moment of my life, that admission, but it’s true.
If that happens, I’m going to have to magically get him to his place. Considering our kisses—apart from his lesson at the office—happen outside my not address, I might have to bring him back here.
I shove my icy fingers against my hot face.
What am I thinking? We’re not going to have sex.
I’m living in a fantasy world.
Yes, but I also never thought he’d kiss me and I have to girl scout it. Be ready. Earn a badge.
If something happens, I’m in trouble.
Also, I need an outfit.
“Amber!” I race from my room and into hers, where she’s lounging on her bed reading a book. “I need help.”
“Girl, I could have told you that.” She stops, sitting up. “What do you mean help?”
