My father popped into my head. After what he’d done to my mother, I didn’t give a damn about him. It was hard to judge someone while standing on the outside. No one could understand the pain and rage that had consumed me.
Perhaps I had a soft spot for Senator Falcone because I attended college for free because of his program.
“What school did you attend?” Eva asked. “What did you study?”
“Framingham State. Business. How about you?” I grabbed a champagne flute for Eva and one for myself.
“Thanks.” She took the flute and sipped. “I went to Babson College for business. But I took floral design during the summer. The business degree helped me land jobs easily, but the flower design was my real muse.”
“Kain, how are you?” Scott Minnows shook my hand with a firm grip.
He was the CEO of Alpine Banks. In his mid-fifties, he was already on his third divorce. He turned to Eva and smiled. “Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”
“This is Eva.” I slipped a hand around her waist, making sure he knew she was mine. “Eva, meet Scott.”
Eva met about twenty people before we made it to the appetizer table.
“I didn’t realize you were so popular.” Eva chose a bacon-wrapped scallop and popped it into her mouth. “This is so good.”
My eyes stayed on her lips and watched her pink tongue lick off the residue.
She held a scallop in her fingers and brought it to my mouth. I opened to accept it and managed to lick her finger too. My gaze remained on hers as sexual tension pulsed between us.
Thoughts about our relationship had hounded me since I got a taste of her at my gym.
“I need to know something.”
“What is it?” She licked her fingers, and my dick twitched.
“Let’s date,” I said. “Be my girlfriend.”
Her eyes brightened as a faint flush tinged her cheeks. “That’s not a question.”
“Do you want to be mine?” I wasn’t good at these things.
“Are you sure you want to date me? You don’t really know me that well.”
I brushed my knuckles along her cheek. “We can get to know each other as a couple.”
She got on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, her warm breath taunting my dick. “You’re not engaged or married, are you?”
“No, why?”
Her eyes softened. “I don’t date men who are attached to someone else.”
“I don’t date women who are with someone else either. Are you?”
Her expression turned serious. “No.”
“Then we’re perfect for each other.” I grinned. “Your grandfather likes me.”
“Not sure why. I’m still trying to understand it.” Shelaughed. “Did you bribe him or something? I’ve never seen him so open to a stranger before.”
“He likes my tattoos.”
She laughed again. “I’m not sure about that.”
“He has one too. On his ass.”
