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"What do you do for him?"
He leans back and his arm wraps around my shoulders. We look out at the view for a minute before he shares more.
"I'm a collection agent."
I sit up and stare at him. His face is totally serious. "For my dad?"
"Yep. His associates don't pay up, he sends me out to force it out of them."
That doesn't sound like him at all. "My dad's a commodities trader."
He shakes his head slowly from side to side. "I don't know the extent of what your dad is doing. I just know he has a lot of buddies on the streets who are dead scared of getting a call from me, and your dad pays me well to collect for him. It's big money."
God, this is all so hard to believe. "This sounds like a mobster movie."
"I don't know if your dad is in the Mafia. It looks to me likecommodities traderis a cover forloan shark." He makes air quotes around the words.
"This is so unreal."
"He has a lot going on you don't know about. He keeps it from you." He puts one knee up on the couch and turns to me as his hand moves behind my neck to caress the tender hairs there. It gives me a chill. "I know why you're afraid of the dark," he says, his voice soft.
"You do?"
"I know your brother was murdered. He didn't die in his sleep. Those guys talk about Ricky all the time."
My heart stops and my throat tightens. I can't do this. I can't talk about this.
"You're afraid it could happen to you," he continues, but I need him to stop right away.
"Please." I close my eyes and hold up my hands, palms facing him. The overwhelming grief has me paralyzed and on the verge of tears. "I can't take any more. I can't dig this deep. It's too painful and I'm already a mess learning all this about my dad and Donnie."
"Shh. I know," he says softly. "We'll stop for now." His fingers slip deeper into my hair and he presses his lips to my temple. It helps. Everything about Foster soothes me when I'm lost.
I'm not sure what he's telling me, but I truly believe he's being honest about caring about me. "So what we had last summer? It was real?" I ask him.
"It was the most real thing I've ever felt." His other hand reaches up and he trails the back of his fingers down my cheek. I reflexively lean into it. "I realized the girl I'd had a crush on my entire life turned out to be someone I could love."
I smile at him through blurry eyes. Love? He could love me? I thought for sure I could love him but we were cut off too soon.
"I knew if I got in good with your dad, I'd eventually see you again." He presses his forehead to mine and our breath mixes. My stomach pitches as he brushes his lips against mine. "Kiss you again."
I can't speak. I can't think. My entire world is his fingers in my hair and the force drawing our lips together.
His hand cups my head in his palm, the heat sinking into my scalp. His eyes warm and darken before he tilts his head and presses his lips gently to mine.
The heat from his lips radiates through my body until I'm hot all over. It feels right like it did last time. The excitement I felt when I kissed him before still bubbles in my tummy and I relish it. After so long, being kissed by him is a priceless treasure.
He slowly works his way over me and lowers my back to the couch. As his massive body presses me down, I whimper with the staggering sense of rightness. It's like I'd been waiting in line for my number to be called and now Foster is screaming "It's your turn" at me.
I know I should stop him, but we've both waited so long for this. Could this really be my turn? It would be easy to fall into bed with him, make love with him, and live the fantasy that is taking flight in my head. But I have to be more careful than that. I need more time to make sure this is real before we go that far. And my father is probably looking for me by now.
"I have to go." My voice strains to get the words out.
He kisses below my ear and the pressure of his hard cock pushes on my thigh. "Stay," he says in a sexy rasp.
God, I want to. He's irresistible. Everything about him calls to me. I would love to have sweaty sex with him, but reality awaits. "I left abruptly."
"So did I." He sounds so casual, but we really need to show ourselves.
