I could feel his gaze land on me, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. I couldn’t, if I wanted to stay mad at him and I don’t really even know why I was mad. Was it because I couldn’t get him off my mind? Because I wanted him to take me in that bathroom even though I usually found that disgusting? Was it because I let myself get attached and dream up some world where I thought he wanted me too? I rolled my eyes, getting irritated with myself.
“Everlee.” He whispered, grabbing my hand.
I pulled it out of his grasp and looked at him. “I know you have your rules, and I don’t want you to break them.”
“I’ve gotten permission.”
My head snapped in shock. “Permission?” From who? A girlfriend? Wife? I didn’t see any signs of a woman at his house. Maybe it wasn’t his house… Surely he didn’t have to ask permission from the boys. Unless… they were together. No, that’s not possible, is it? No. I shook my head. At the bathroom, the way he looked at me…
He sighed. “Everlee.” His eyes softened, like he was struggling with something. “Brady. Can you pull over here?” He snapped.
“What?”
“I need to talk to you. I need you to understand, and I don’t need to feel pressured to explain everything in the remaining thirteen minutes I have with you.” He said, looking at the maps on display at the front.
There was a pain, an ache, in his voice, which made me want to reach up and touch his face and tell him everything was going to be ok, but I had to hold the course.
Brady parked the car and climbed out, standing on the sidewalk.
“He’s getting out?” I asked, looking at him standing with his hands clasped in front of him with his black pea coat and beanie on.
“He’s giving us privacy.”
“What’s going on?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t… I don’t usually have these conversations. This is Jax’s department.”
“He has conversations with girls for you.”
He chuckled and reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb swiping across my cheekbone.
“Not quite.”
“So, then?”
“If I gave you an NDA to sign, would that weird you out?”
“An NDA?”
“Non-Disclosure-”
“I know what an NDA is. I was just surprised you asked me to sign one. I barely know you.”
“That’s for good reason.”
“Who are you?” My gaze narrowed on his face.
“I’m Callum.” He smirked.
“No shit. I mean-”
He was chuckling and as our eyes met, the air changed around us. His gaze became intense, sexual, needing. “You are a temptation like nothing I’ve ever experienced.” He whispered, leaning forward. There was something in his voice that caused my stomach to tighten. No man’s words had ever turned me on the way his have. There was something about the power he commanded that was like lighter fluid for the sexual flame burning within me. Screw the lighter fluid like a whole container of gasoline.
I tilted my lips up towards his, eager to feel them on me again, but he held there, an inch away, his eyes watching me.
“The first time was a mistake, and I was weak. I can’t do it again.”
“Kissing me was a mistake?” My breath was heady and my head was swirling.
