His lower lip grazed her upper lip in a teasing motion, making Olivia gasp. Her head tilted back, waiting for his lips to press against hers. Heath’s lips sealed over hers gentle, yet firm. She could pull away if she wanted to, as he was giving her full control. She should pull away; it was a public place, and she was working. Heath shouldn’t be treated any differently than any of the other customers, but she had been wondering what kissing him would feel like for a month, and this was her only chance to find out.
Her fantasies didn’t do him justice. She figured he would be a skilled kisser, but nothing like this. The man made her forget about where she was; he made her forget about everything, focusing on the here and now.All from a kiss.She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if they were in a more romantic setting. This is what she had been missing for years, and like a greedy child, she wanted more.
Chapter 5
Someone cleared their throat, and suddenly, Olivia remembered where she was. She pulled back with a start still feeling the tingling on her lips. Her cheeks felt flush, and the desire to fan herself was compelling.
Olivia looked up at the woman standing next to her, who was smiling sweetly, and not at her, but at Heath. Her relief had shown up and was currently eye fucking Heath. Olivia had the urge to snap at the girl for staring at him, but she bit her tongue. It wasn’t any of her business, and Heath wasn’t hers. They had shared a kiss and nothing more.
“Hi, I’m Becky.” The woman purred, and Olivia wanted to gag. Some women had no shame. “Are you next, handsome? I wouldn’t mind giving you a freebie.” She winked.
Olivia didn’t want to stay to hear their flirting. Becky was a beautiful woman. Her hair was styled, and her make up done artfully. She belonged on the cover of a magazine, and she was the type of woman men fawned over. Now that Olivia had given into him, Heath would move onto another woman. Probably Becky, and it was for the best anyway.
“Excuse me,” Olivia mumbled, darting between them and hastening down the stairs to the grass in search of Ivy.
“Wait up.” Heath called to her. Olivia whipped around shocked that Heath was standing there and not with Becky.
“Why? Becky back there is more than willing.” She didn’t know why she brought the woman up. It made her sound jealous, which she wasn’t. She didn’t care if he went home with her. It wasn’t any of her business.
“I don’t care about Becky. You’re the only reason I’m here.”
Olivia stared at him speechless. What did one say to a comment like that? “I told you I’m not interested.” It was a weak attempt to send him away.
“Your lips were saying a different story a moment ago.” He chuckled.
“It’s a kissing booth. I was just doing my job.” She quickly defended, though it was a lame excuse. She had enjoyed his kiss. Far too much, actually.
“Oh, sweetheart, I stood in line for almost a half an hour. You didn’t kiss any of those other fools the way you did me.”
It was true; she couldn’t deny it, but that didn’t mean she had to stand here and see him crow in victory about it either. Olivia turned away, scanning the crowd forIvy.
“Olivia, wait up.”
“Go away, Heath.”
“Not until you talk to me.”
She turned back to face him. “About what? I’ve told you repeatedly I’m not interested in you, and yet still, you pursue me. Some girls might find that flattering, but I call it hardheaded. Then, you come to the kissing booth, knowing I don’t have a choice, but to kiss you. Then, you have the audacity to throw it in my face. You’re one of the rudest most conceited men I’ve ever met. You think because your good looking, and you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted before, that you can continue to do so. I’m sorry, but that’s not me. Now, for the last time, leave me alone.”
Olivia walked off blowing out a breath. She couldn’t believe she had said all of that to Heath. That didn’t mean that wasn’t how she felt, but normally, she kept her opinions to herself. Anytime she spoke up in the past, she had gotten beaten for it, and obviously, she didn’t learn her lesson, but she couldn’t stand that smug look on his face that he finally got what he wanted and was throwing it in her face. Royce used to do that, and it drove her crazy.
Olivia smacked into something and almost fell back, when someone caught her. She gasped in shock, and then gritted her teeth, when she saw it was Heath. She didn’t even want to know how he got in front of her. What did she have to say to get rid of this guy?
“Really?” Olivia pushed away from him, keeping as much distance between them as possible.
“Give me a chance.” He pleaded.
“Why?” Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not going to change my mind. I don’t want to be your next conquest, or whatever you want to call it. I’m not that kind of woman.”
“Is that really how you see me, rude and conceited?”
“It is.” She admitted, before bracing herself for an attack. She knew what came next. He would get upset with her over her words and then hit her, but none came. Heath looked at her in puzzlement, and then in anger.
“Who was it?”
“What?” She asked in confusion.
“The person that hit you. Who was it?”
