Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

I was in love. Dangerously, stupidly in love. “Stay with me. Eat with me. Just say yes this time.”

“No can do, Ollie.” She handed me my wallet back and grazed her fingers against mine. “I have a big date.”

“Ah, so I didn’t lie, but you did,” I teased, and fuck, was I proud of myself for not being a bitch about it. “You told me you didn’t date. How are we ever supposed to get married if you lie to me?”

That beautiful smile returned to her flawless face. “We can’t get married without a first date and when I agree to a date, I promise I’ll never lie to you again. Deal?” She held out her hand, and nothing could’ve stopped me from taking it with a shit-eating grin.

“When. You said when, Mia Camilla. Not if. When you agree to a date.”

Even the deer-in-the-headlights expression looked good on her. “Well, shit,” she chuckled, pulling her hand back and checking the time. “I work tomorrow morning, but if I don’t leave now, she’ll think I’m standing her up.”

“Go on, then. She’s a lucky woman, Mia. Make sure she knows that.” I winked, begging my stupid brain and even stupider cock not to run rampant with that little slice of information. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Mia chuckled as she spun around, and my eyes dropped right to her thick thighs and perfect ass. “She’s twelve and we’re working on writing greetings today, Mr. Bishop. Enjoy your spinach.”

“Leaves are for rabbits, Mia!” I yelled after her, but she didn’t turn around again.

I knew I still had a lot of groundwork to lay and a lot of my own issues to get over before anything would happen, but something told me the wait would be worth it. She’d given me hope there, and for an addict like me? Hope was a beautifully dangerous thing.