It’s weird because with Adam, even before I knew about everything, before I found him with someone else and everything after that, I was always careful around him, yet with Alex, who I don’t even know, who is off limits, I don’t even think before I speak.
I’m comfortable around him, and that is well, it’s terrifying if I’m honest, because if I’m comfortable around him, then there is a high chance he could really hurt me.
“How much do I owe you?” I ask, and he grabs some more mac and cheese from the pan and holds it to my mouth, and without thinking, I open and allow him to feed me, and I chew slowly then swallow before realizing what he’s just done, and that I allowed.
Uh oh, one day and he’s under my skin and not once did I feel this way with Adam.
Alex gives me a sly smirk at my question, and I try not to tense because surely he wouldn’t…
“One date,” he says, reading my mind, and my eyes widen, and I freeze and quickly clamp my mouth shut before it agrees without my permission because damn, I want to agree.
I want to agree!
Oh crap, oh no.
Chapter 9
Dirty
I take another bite of the fucking delicious food as I watch Holly freeze, her eyes wide in shock while the kids hum as they eat happily and fuck me, she is beautiful, no, mesmerizing.
I could stare at her all day which probably would make me a freak but I don’t give a fuck, she entrances me and doesn’t even realize it.
The taste of cheese explodes in my mouth and I try not to groan out loud again because fucking hell, something so simple yet so full of flavor.
The woman is amazing. She works with kids, is a full time mama and can cook and lets not fucking forget how sweet she is.
After spending four hours under the hood of her car, trying my hardest to fix it because I saw how much it meant to her, I saw she wasn’t keeping it because of money troubles, to walking intomy home to the sounds of laughter and the smell of food. I could get used to this, fuck, Iwantto get used to this, something I have never wanted before and all it took was for me to meet this woman, my darling, to do a one eighty.
I want to lock my front door and never let her back out again.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
I smile as Holly clamps her mouth shut, clearly trying to stop herself from agreeing and I take another bite before scooping up more food up and using the same fork I’m using, I place it at her kissable lips.
She blinks and as if she is on autopilot, she opens her mouth and takes the food making my heart race.
She’s comfortable with me, she doesn’t want to be but she is, just like I am with her, something I swore I’d never be with another woman again.
I scoop some more food while eyeing the kids to make sure they’re alright when Holly clears her throat and finally speaks, “I thought you didn’t want to meet me?”
My smile drops as I look at her to see her sole focus is on me and instead of dropping the fork and getting defensive like I want I place it at her lips. Again, she takes it like it is completely normal and we’ve been doing this for years and I confirm, “My dad say that?” ready to lose my fucking shit with the old man.
I mean, yeah, it’s the truth but fuck, I didn’t know she knew that.
“Nope,” she admits and I frown until she confesses, “Your son,” and I can’t help the grin that takes place.
“In my defense, darling, my son was trying to set us up and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea,” I say as I take another mouth full of food.
Fuck me, it just gets better after each bite.
“He has a big heart,” she whispers as her eyes soften and she looks over to where the kids are still eating happily.
“He does and he also had the right idea,” I reply and her eyes shoot back my way again, racing between mine and I smile softly at her as I place the fork on the plate. “One date, darling, what do you say?”
I’m ready to get down on my knees and beg, I really fucking am. There is just something about her, a connection I can’t explain because I always shied away from that kind of shit but I want her, no, fuck that, I need her.
Her throat bobs as she side eyes the kids before looking my way again and instead of answering me, she mentions, “You turned down chaperoning at the dance.”
