I sat back, pleased with the shocked look on his face while I bobbed my head to the live band singing “Feliz Navidad.”
A smirk slowly tilted his lips upward. “I’m trying to do everything in my power to keep things platonic between us because that’s what I’m hearing you say you want. But if you keep talking to me the way you do, behaving the way that you are, and moaning like you just did, all that platonic shit is out the window, and you’re gonna see another side of this nigga you weren’t ready for.”
“I hope you don’t think that you’re scaring me, Mr. Holly.” I licked and then sucked my lime, pinning my gaze on him.
He chuckled. “And here I thought you were a good girl, Angel Snow.”
“Again, . . . the only girl attached to me and my name is Miss Belle Snow. All woman,” I declared, running my hands downward in front of my body.
“In a minute, you’re gonna have me thinking that you’re flirting with me. Either that or I swear they did something to my tequila.” He pressed his lips against his glass, and he had me wishing they were pressed against me.
“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, Chris. I won’t.”
He leaned forward and rested his crossed arms on the table. “Let me start thinking you’re trying to get with a brother, Angel.”
Lowering my head, I dragged a finger across my taco before I lifted it and took a bite. I stared into his eyes and moaned.
Chapter 6
Christian
“I’ve been thinking that we should start dating.”
I glanced at Angel, who was kneeling in front of Belle’s stroller, putting the pacifier back in her mouth. When she finished, she stood, and I continued pushing the stroller.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, I heard you.” Her voice was quiet.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“I mean, what do you want me to say?”
I stopped the stroller and turned to look at her. “Just want to hear what you’re thinking.”
“No, you don’t,” she stated, pasting on a fake smile.
“What’s going on? I told you, . . . you can talk to me, Angel.”
“I don’t want Belle to become attached to you because you’ve been coming around a lot or . . .”
“Or what?” I pressed when she stopped.
“I don’t want to get attached to you and then you just stop coming around all of a sudden.”
“So, I’m good enough for you to fuck but not to date?”
She frowned. “Where is all this coming from?”
“Every time we’re on the phone or together, you’re flirting, making sexual innuendos, teasing, and touching a brother. You keep coming on to me like you want me to come at you some type of way. But when I mention something serious, ya li’l ass gets skittish.”
She sighed and, in an exasperated tone, replied, “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to play games, Chris. It’s just hard for me to take anyone seriously.”
I grabbed her hand and stared into her warm, chocolate brown eyes. I wanted to ease her pain and make her forget all about that nigga. I intertwined our fingers and refused to let go when she tugged. There was something about her that made me want to touch her every chance I got, and so I found reasons to do so. “Angel, I’m not Jeremiah. I know that we agreed to stop bringing him up, but it seems like you’re kinda stuck back there.”
“It’s hard to get past, Chris. And let’s face it, you haven’t exactly had a squeaky clean past. You just pop back up and want to date me? Why?”
“You know why. I always cared about you. Let’s not act like you couldn’t see it.”
