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Elizabeth freezes, and then slowly removes her hand. I get out, jog around, and open the door for her. She’s unbuckled her seatbelt.
“You know what some say about men with big trucks, don’t you?”
“Um, no?”
“They have small penises.” She places her hands on my shoulders and uses me to help her out of the truck before I can even process what she’s said. My hands end up on her waist, pulling her shirt up a bit.
That’s when I see it.
The dove tattoo sitting low on her hip.
Holy fucking shit.
“Ivy,” I whisper, looking up into the hazel eyes that have been haunting me for too damn long. Elizabeth locks up, avoiding my gaze. “You’re Poison Ivy from the Halloween party.” Then, I realize she lied. We have met. “Why’d you lie?”
Her mouth opens and closes before she blurts out, “Because I liked Baby Blue better than Marc!”
Wait. What?
Seeing my confusion, Elizabeth huffs and slaps my hands off her waist. “I never got your name, so I called you Baby Blue because of your eyes. Now, move out of my way.”
I don’t move. She can easily walk around me, but instead, she’s letting me block her direct path. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“Well, find a way to stop,” she snaps.
I cup her face, her eyes shooting up to mine, but there’s no fear. Maybe a touch of wariness, and there’s a hell of a lot of lust. That’s all I need to see. I press my lips to hers in the same hard kiss she gave me once before. Whether she wants to or not, she relaxes and locks her arms around my neck. The woman wants me, but for some reason, she’s determined not to have me. And I’m all but handing myself over to her on a silver platter.
It’s quite funny that she was dressed as Poison Ivy because that night, she infected me and I’ve had an itch for her ever since. I’d given up on ever finding her, and now, here she is.
Unfortunately, her thoughts have caught up to her. Her arms move to shove me away, so I let her. We’re both breathing heavily, and it’s so freaking tempting to kiss her again.
“What are you doing?” she shrieks.
“Why’d you run away?” That question has been burning a hole in my chest for far too long. “There’s obviously chemistry. Now, Sylvia is trying to set us up and you keep finding ways to run from me. Why?”
“Because I want to!”
“Why?” I push.
“Because it’s wrong!”
Wrong? How in the hell is it wrong? I think I need to talk to Sylvia and figure out what kind of person she’s introduced me to.
“I mean, I just... God, I hate Sylvia.” She finally walks around me, but I reach out and grab her elbow.
“We’re going on that date.”
Her laugh lacks humor. “Don’t worry; I’m sure Sylvia will force me to go if she has to drag me herself.”
Her words rub me the wrong way. I let go of her elbow. “If you truly don’t want to go, then don’t. I’ll make up some story to tell Sylvia for you.” She and Sylvia must be closer than I thought. I hate the words out of my mouth because I absolutely don’t want her to not go, but I won’t make her go if she doesn’t want to.
But I really really want her to want to.
Elizabeth looks at me as i
f I just dealt a hand she wasn’t expecting. “You don’t know Sylvia.”
“If you don’t want to go, I’ll make sure you don’t hear a word about it. It’ll be all on me. Promise.”
