She stops wiggling around in her seat. “You don’t do anything for fun?”
I have to think for a moment. “Sometimes I play poker.”
“My brother plays poker too. Texas something.”
“Hold’em.”
“Yep. We could all play tonight if you want.” She wants to make sure I’ll have a good time. “I’m terrible at it. He says I’m the worst bluffer.” I can see worry start to take over her face as she remembers how horrible of a liar she is. Also that she doesn't want to lie either.
“You’ll be fine.” I take her hand. She locks her fingers with mine this time. She truly is as innocent as an angel. I am interested in what kind of parents she has to make her be filled with so much sweetness. I don’t know how she’s made it in LA for so long. A city like that would normally eat her alive. I also don’t know how the hell she’s still single.
My thumb drifts back and forth on her delicate soft hand. I turn her hand in mine, realizing that her ring finger is empty. It’s then that I remember the box in my pocket. My driver Nick handed it to me before I got into the car.
I pull it out of my pocket. I was planning to give it to her when we got to my place, but plans have changed. Fuck, have they changed. Today was never one I saw coming. I open the box to look at the ring.
Angel lets out a small gasp when she sees the pear cut pink diamond that is surrounded by a halo of diamonds. I pull it out from the box.
“Give me your hand, Angel.” She slowly raises her hand and I slip the ring onto her finger. I was already hard from her being in my lap and tasting her sweetness while that vanilla smell that clings to her filled every breath I took. But seeing my ring on her finger does something to me that I’m not ready to deal with.
“It fits.” I swear so many dirty things race through my mind at that moment. She stares at the ring. “Pink is my favorite color.”
“I know.” She pulls her eyes away from the ring to look at me. “So you were listening to me ramble on?”
“I have a tendency to remember everything. It’s both a curse and a blessing.” Tonight when I get a moment alone it is going to be a blessing. I was going to close my eyes and think of her mouth as I get myself off. Or maybe I can entice her past a few kisses. I sure as hell am going to try.
I felt her heat earlier as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. Her body had taken over for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She was attracted to me. I can work with that. I have to. Angel is proving to be unlike any other woman I’ve ever known. She’s not the type to be bought. Not after the way she talked about her parents falling in love.
“You didn't tell me about your dating history,” I point out.
“Not much of one. I don’t fit well in LA, and that’s where I went to school and took a job right out of college. I should have come home.”
“Why didn't you?”
She shrugs one of her delicate shoulders. I hate how much the hoodie she has on covers her. Though you can still tell she’s full of curves.
“I thought it was the adult thing to do. It would have been stupid to turn down the job offer. EG Images is a giant company. I knew a few years under the VP would look good on my resume. If anyone would understand that I think it would be you.”
“I suppose.” She gets a miserable look in her eyes when she talks about her job. She has a degree in design. I have a feeling EG was nothing like she thought it was going to be when she went to school for that degree. “But I’m not miserable at my job.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Your job is all you have. It’s all you do.” She throws her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”
I pretend to brush it off, but her words linger. “According to TMZ I’m in a whirlwind romance.”
She drops her hand from her mouth. “Right.” She gives me that dimple in her cheek.
“Are you ready for this?”
“For what?” she asks. I don’t answer her. I see her brother heading straight for the car. So I kiss her and hit the unlock button on the doors. We need this to look real, after all.
I really am a bastard.7AngelI moan into Logan’s mouth. My fingers dig into his shirt, and I find myself moving to crawl into his lap again. I could get lost in his kisses for hours. He’s doing something to my body.