I giggled to play off my arousal. Amari Snowden was a professional flirt. When I rose, he did the same.
“I’ll be back. Text me if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
Amari rested his hand at his waist, causing his shirt to gape open even more. I knew he wasn’t trying to seduce me, but everything he did was so laid-back that it was a natural aphrodisiac.
“Would you like me to bring you a shirt or something?”
“Do you want to bring me one?”
He was teasing me, and I enjoyed it.
“No, I think you’re okay.”
He rubbed his hand over his chest again before taking off his shirt like he was burning up.
Damn.
I stood frozen like we were at a strip club.
Without taking his eyes off me, he dropped the shirt on the sofa and bit his lips, moving toward the back of the basement.
I shook my head and pointed at him.
“You, sir, are dangerous.”
He rubbed his hands together and smiled.
“Am I now? Like the storm outside?” He gestured toward the window with his finger and then rubbed his hands together.
“No, worse.”
He laughed as I ascended the stairs.
When he was no longer looking at me, I stole another peek at him. Before I could turn away, he turned around and winked.
I pointed and frowned.
“Stop it, Mr. Snowden.”
“Youstop it, Ms. Starks.” He mirrored my gesture and tone.
I pressed my hand to my cheek and scurried up the stairs. I’d never enjoyed playing with a man this much.
Get yourself together, Roo. You are not sixteen.
Upstairs, I mixed honey, lemon juice, and hot water into two mugs and stirred each with a spoon. As Amari requested, I added extra dashes of rum to make his drink strong like his women.I laughed out loud as I replayed our conversation.
That comment alone had me wanting to press him for information about the current women in his life. I knew Aspen was his only child, but did he have a girlfriend? Surely, he wouldn’t since he flirted with me so shamelessly.
You vowed never to date again.
The words came to me before I could process how much I didn’t want to keep that vow.
Amari Snowden is different. He’s good and pure.I let those words settle in my spirit as I pictured his gentle ways and commitment to making sure I stayed safe during the storm. He wasn’t Larenz. Hell, nobody but Satan was that evil.
I placed our drinks in a little drink box crate and went back downstairs. When I reached the bottom step, Amari was on his knees in the corner of the room.
