“Thanks for the tour,” I say as we cross the Angel Lounge. “This place is actually pretty impressive.”
I’m not lying.
It may not be somewhere I’d choose to come, but they’ve catered for everyone, and the inclusivity is admirable.
“I’m sorry you didn’t find your pixie.”
I shrug. “Like I said, I have a complicated past. I can’t give her what she deserves anyway.”
We reach the bar in the main lounge, and Diego stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Everyone deserves happiness, Blake. Whatever happened in your past doesn’t have to define your future.”
I shoot him a grin. “You reallyare a hopeless romantic.”
His eyes follow a man in a crisp navy suit with blond hair as he walks past. “Sometimes to my own detriment.”
I hold out my hand. “Maybe one day we’ll both get what we want.”
“Here’s hoping. Feel free to stop by for a drink any time.” He shakes my hand before heading back behind the bar.
When I turn around to leave, my breath catches in my throat. Standing just inside the entrance, looking like a skittish horse about to bolt, is the woman who has been haunting every goddamn dream, both asleep and awake.
And fuck me, my memories don’t do her justice.
She’s a vision in a white satin slip dress with a plunging neckline that shows a hint of the swell of her modest bust. Her shoulder-length hair is once again styled in loose waves that frame her gorgeous face.
“Pixie.” My voice is a whisper, but it’s like she hears me from across the crowded room, and her eyes lift to find me.
I raise my hand in a subtle wave, my lips tugging into what I hope is a warm and inviting smile, and not a creepy ‘I want to bone you in a sex club’ grin.
She releases a breath and walks towards me.
My heart races as she eats up the distance between us.
“You’re here,” I say when she reaches me, pausing a foot away. We’re too far away to touch, but the energy vibrating between us is intoxicating.
She bites down on that pillowy-bottom lip that I’m desperate to feel pressed against mine, and gazes up at me as if I’m an apparition about to disappear. “I wasn’t sure…”
My smile softens. “Me either. I was hoping you’d be here.”
Her cheeks flush, and my dick stirs to life. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
We hover for a moment, and then I step forward and pull her in for a hug. She fits perfectly against my body, and I love that she melts into my touch.
A blaze of heat builds in my gut, and I tuck my finger under her chin, tilting her head to look at me.
“Hey, pixie.”
She smiles. “Hey, yourself.”
I lick the seam of my mouth. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss.”
“Me either,” she murmurs so low I’m barely sure I’ve heard her.
“What would you say if I asked to do it again?”
She stares at me, and I wonder if she’s about to turn me down, but in a steady voice she says, “I’d say go for it.”
My hand cups her face, my other bands around her waist, and I guide my mouth to hers. The first touch is electrifying, and I groan as I swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips. She opens for me, and time slips.
