The breath that Dawson stole straight from my lungs with just that smile of his. Or is it the fact that I may have just ruined any kind of professional relationship with his parents?
I press my hand to my pounding chest as if I can stop my heart from coming out. I’m pretty sure if I didn’t have ribs and tits, that sucker would be lying on the floor, laughing at me for being so stupid.
Yeah, that totally has to be the reason I’m gasping for breath.
His parents.
Not him.
Totally.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Dawson
I feel all eyes on me.
I’m pretty sure even the custodian who was working on the bleachers saw what happened.
Their stares have my skin crawling and my blood burning in my veins.
They saw that girl, a girl I had no clue existed, put me in my place.
A fucking stunner of a girl.
Damn glad I’m wearing a girdle to hide the fact that I’m harder than a stack of frozen pucks.
She left me with a showstopping grin that she has to know ties guys like me in knots.
A grin I feel like I know from somewhere.
But surely I’d remember meeting her.
What is this feeling? Why do I have the need to chase her? I don’t chase women. They chase me, beg me to give them my attention, and then I move on.
But not her.
This is odd. My need to go after her has to be because she wasn’t impressed with me like I was with her. I need to ignore this, her, and move on. I’ve got things to do—careers to pick and lives to change.
Yet…
I hold up one finger when my dad scoffs. “Not a word.”
Then I look at Louis. “Throw me my guards.”
My brother’s eyes are so wide it’s comical as he reaches for my teal skate guards before tossing them to me. I catch them, putting them on my skates before stalking after her. When my parents start to protest, I throw up a hand. “Give me ten.”
My dad grumbles something, but I have one thing on my mind.
Ambrosia fucking Mercer.
I find her bracing herself on the table in one of the meeting rooms. Her shoulders are rising and falling with each hard intake of breath. Her face and neck are beet red, and I love the way her lips are pursed as she breathes in and out through her nose. From where I stand, I can take in the luscious curve of her thick ass, her wide hips, and her fucking sexy thighs. She’s got the kind of curves that make a man want to go 100 miles per hour along them just to feel the rush.
Me. I’m that man.
And if I go off a cliff, I’ll go a happy man.
