Then taste her and…
Leave, yeah, leave… I always leave.
I hardly recognize my own voice when I announce, “We’ll see about that, heart-stopper.”
She takes in a sharp breath before licking those thick lips. I watch the trail of her tongue, wanting to follow it with mine, before our gazes lock once more. We’re both breathing hard. The room is silent but full of static tension. I feel her pulse against my thumb, and I tighten my grip on her wrist. Before I can ask again for her to let me take her out, she whispers, “Heart-stopper?”
My lips curve up in a devilish grin. “Pretty obvious why that’d be your nickname from me. Just one look and my heart stops.”
She blinks, playfulness in her eyes as she shakes her head. “For your heart to stop at the sight of me, you’d have to actually feel the organ. We both know you only feel and think with your cock.”
This girl.
She steps away, pulling her arm from mine just as my parents enter the room. I can feel their gazes on us, but I’m so ensnared by Ambrosia, I can’t look away.
“Ten minutes are up,” my dad informs me, and I nod.
“So, no to a date?”
She scoffs. “That’s right.”
“I love a good challenge.”
She looks from my parents to me. “The challenge you need to focus on is your career.”
I chuckle. “But maybe I need a woman to help me?”
She gives me an annoyed expression. “I’m sure you have tons on your roster, but my name will never be on there.”
“Oh, but heart-stopper, you’re number one and only.” She rolls her eyes as my mom snickers, but my dad glares. And all I can do is think, who the hell am I? I don’t say things like this to girls. I don’t have to. They drop to their knees before I even ask.
But not her.
Not Ambrosia.
Unable to decipher what the hell is going on with me, I know I need space to think. “See you around, Ro.”
I head to the door just as she calls out, “It’s Ambrosia.”
I look over my shoulder, our eyes meeting. “Okay, heart-stopper.”
I can see her grinding her molars before she mutters, “Stay in your lane, hotshot.”
My grin widens as I head out the door with more pep to my step than I’ve ever experienced.
Stay in my lane, huh?
Oh, I will.
A lane that is leading right to her.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Ambrosia
I have absolutely no clue what possessed me to go to my family home, but the moment I enter the den and fall face first into the couch from my childhood, I know why.
