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“Tyler?” Well, that’s a good way to freeze my lust. “We dated for a few months. Nothing serious.”
Alex frowns. It’s so different from his normal, stoic ‘don’t fuck with me’ expression. Downright scary.
“Then why was he bidding on you?”
“I guess he didn’t get the memo. I don’t think it’s too much to expect the man I’m dating to do what I want to do rather than what my mother wants us to do.”
“I don’t follow.”
I shrug. Maybe I’m being petty. “It was just a weird feeling. After the first few dates, it became obvious that he’s a climber. That he knows my mother. That’s not odd, I guess. Mother likes to think she knows every one of importance. There was a play I wanted to see, and I could only get tickets for this one Thursday night. But it was the same night as this event my mom wanted me to attend, so I said no, thinking that was the end of it.”
Alex makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl. I don’t know how I know, but he would always put his woman first. And that thought has me relaxing in the circle of his arms.
I’ve never felt more at home than I do right now.
It’s beyond delicious. I sincerely wish we were on my sectional, where we could cuddle for as long as he let me.
He cups my cheek and rubs a thumb across my bottom lip. My pussy tingles, ready to do a cabaret dance if that will get his attention. Greedy bitch.
“Finish your story so I can kiss you again.”
My brows lift in surprise, and pleasure flows through me in a slow wave. I stare at his lips, my breath coming in shallow pants now. He expects me to think? To speak? When he?—
I shake my head to clear it, then lick my lips.
A very distinct protrusion flexes against the back of my thigh, and I practically turn to a puddle of needy goo in his lap.
How pathetic am I?
Feel a guy’s dick and go boneless?
I blow out a sigh and finish the story. “Tyler sided with her. He wanted to go to the event and show me off and come out as a couple. It was three days of a grown man pouting because he and my mom weren’t getting their way. First, he went radio silent on texts for two days, and then he spent a day telling me all the cool people we’d get to meet.”
I roll my eyes. If it’d been the first time he’d played that game, maybe I could have let the whole thing slide. I’m not above compromising.
“When I reminded him I already had tickets to the play, it was like he completely forgot he’d said he’d go with me. Like I hadn’t watched him schedule it in his calendar. I don’t know how she got to him, but suddenly, her event was more important than me. And I just?—”
My chest burns with pent-up rage, with having my feelings cast aside repeatedly so everyone else could have their way. Get ahead. What’s the point of success if you feel like dog poo?
“He was seriously confused that I didn’t fall in line with my mother’s wishes. That I really wanted to see a play rather than rubbing shoulders with a bunch of rich snobs.”
Alex’s brows lift.
“I know,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’m kind of a rich snob.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” he says in that deep, rumbling voice I love so much.
“Anyway, I told him I was going to the play. Without him.”
He watches me for several seconds, gaze roving my face. And then those keen eyes lock with mine, and my stomach flips.
His hand squeezes my hip, prodding me. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He all but growls the words. This is him in protector mode.
Is he trying to melt my panties? “What makes you think I’m not telling you something?”
“Because your eyes flit around, not wanting to meet mine, and you cave in on yourself. Doubting your worth and opinion.”
