“His mom couldn't make it, so his sister is going, and yes, I need you there to help distract her.”
He leans back, crossing his arms. “Look me in the eye when you ask me.”
I cringe.
In addition to Griffin's sister being a tad crazy, she’s also Tobias’s biggest fan ever. Like an ultimate fan. Like one book shy of building a shrine to him in her bedroom kind of fan. Anytime she’s around him, she melts and loses her mind. I need this weekend to be Griffin's and my choices, not his mother's, which is precisely the voice his sister will give if it’s them against me. Hence Tobias. Still, even I feel bad for him when she’s around, so I know this is a big ask.
I slowly look up and bite my lip.
His arms are crossed, and he’s shaking his head.
“Please. It’s one day. I’ll even read another of your books if that makes you say yes.”
He laughs. “Wow. You’re desperate.”
I press my hands together.
“You're my favorite romance writer.”
He tosses a paper clip in my face.
“Says the woman who’s read only one of my books.”
I cringe. But it’s true.
Technically, it was half a book, but I can spare him the details.
After his first book came out, Nora read it first. I’ll never forget her words:Don’t read this book unless you want more than a friendship with Tobias.I’ll also never forget that I didn’t listen. Sure, I waited until he had three or four books released, but she was right. I started a book, and when the sex started—holy moly, dirty talk—I saw only him. He doesn’t know that small fact, though. He never will.
I still read romance, just not his.
Now that I’m getting married, though, I should give them another chance.
Heck, he writes such incredibly sexy books that maybe I’d learn something new for the bedroom.
“It was my favorite romance ever,” I add to hopefully seal the deal.
“Oh god, here she goes. Let’s hear it.”
“Hear what? Me begging?”
He nods once. “Yes, I want to hear you beg, Natalie.”
His deep voice makes me pause.
I look at him.
He looks at me.
“So, you’ll come?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“Perfect! I’ll pick you up on Saturday at about nine.”
“Sounds good. These next two days will be torture waiting for this magical moment.”
“Stop.” I laugh at his sarcasm.
