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“If you haven’t noticed…” I pointed to the table with all my studying accessories. “I’m a little busy.”
Just then a smile spread across his face.
God, he needed to stop doing that.
“What if I offered to help you cross off one of those items tomorrow?”
I cocked my head. This should be good.
“Go out with me tomorrow night.” He lifted his hand and traced a checkmark in the air as he said, “Item number one…check.”
“What?” My eyes scanned the list. Although I had it memorized, I needed to double check.
Go out with someone you’d never give the time of day.
“You’re…crazy.”
No he wasn’t. He was exactly right.
Loosen up, girlie. You’ve only been given one life. Live it.
I tensed at the sound of Gram’s voice in my head.
Just then my favorite barista came by to collect my empty cup. I was barely acknowledged. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from my guest. I felt jealousy tighten in my stomach, a feeling I was not used to. Maybe she wasn’t my favorite anymore. More important than the loss of my best barista, was his statement. Had I judged him wrong?
She left the table without even the slightest acknowledgment from Max. Instead, his eyes stayed perfectly fixed on me. I swallowed hard. I wasn’t blind to his presence either—the masculine lines of his face, his totally kissable lips. Heat bloomed inside my body, in places I hadn’t properly acknowledged in a very long time. Was I wrong for wanting to feel the softness of his lips against mine, against my skin, against every inch of my body?
The sexual attraction to him was nothing I’d ever felt before—beginning as a slow ache between my thighs upon first sight and now an outright burn.
Down, girl.
I fisted my hands on my lap, under the table and out of sight. I couldn’t let him see just what kind of effect he had on me.
He reached over and grabbed the list again. “Go out with someone you wouldn’t give the time of day.” He grinned. “I believe that’s me.”
He seemed way too happy to be not my type. But I couldn’t go out with him. Could I?
He leaned across the table and my nipples hardened at his infiltration of my personal space. “I bet you do everything you’re supposed to.” He cocked his head to the left. “Don’t you?”
As a matter of fact, I did. But damn him for thinking he knew me.
He dipped his head as if making a point to shield his forthcoming words from others. I swallowed hard.
“You may not think I’m nice. You may not think I’m sexy. But as for completing your life…” His piercing gaze met mine and I knew that with only a little more coaxing, I could be another one of his anonymous panty donors. “How do you know if you don’t give it a try?”
I scoffed. “I’ve never tried bull testicles, but I know they can’t be good.”
The grin never left his face as he pulled away. “Then it’s settled.” He slapped his palm on the table. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at ten.” He pointed behind him. “I’ll get your address from Jade. It was nice meeting you, Everly Parker.”
He extracted himself from the booth.
“I can’t…wait…” I reached out as if to grab him, but my hand fisted around air. Like a ghost, he had waltzed in and out of my life, somehow managing to shake my focus.
I’ve had my head down and nose in a book for the last three years and nothing has distracted me—except Max Levin. The blinders I’ve had in place to keep out the rest of the world had somehow been knocked off and I had no idea what to do with myself.
I sucked in a large breath. I admired his retreating form, especially that tight backside, which I wanted to feel against my palms. The farther away he got, the harder my body ached to touch him.
I looked up to the ceiling. I wasn’t one for believing in the supernatural, or even fate. I believed you made your own fate.
