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This man. What happened between now and three days ago when the thought of going to dinner with me was repulsive?
I beam up at him, my heart exploding with happiness as he wipes the remainder of my tears from my face. I sit up a little straighter and grab the compact mirror from my purse, trying my best to salvage my makeup.
A few minutes later, the car comes to a stop in what appears to be an alley next to a large museum. Bishop hops out and rummages around in the trunk before finding what he’s looking for. I’m not expecting him to change right here, but I can’t look away as he unbuttons the dirty shirt, revealing tightly packed abs and a canvas of tattoos.
Holy hell. This man is somehow sexier than I imagined; trust me, I’ve imagined him a lot. I don’t realize I’ve just been staring at him until he pokes his head through the open door and winks at me–freaking winks.
If I wasn’t sure before, I definitely know now. I’m in love with Bishop Castillo.
The captivating man walks around the car and opens my door, offering his hand to help me out.
“I don’t think I told you earlier,” Bishop whispers, his lips grazing the side of my neck. I close my eyes, breathing in this moment. “You are absolutely stunning in that dress.”
I’m met with a look of awe and lust when I open my eyes. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” I breathe out.
“I can’t believe I waited this long,” Bishop murmurs, his tone dark with desire.
He leans down, crowding me against the side of the car as his deep blue eyes search mine for permission. My lips part and I let out a soft moan when Bishop trails his hands down my sides until he’s gripping my hips.
My heart stutters in my chest as I close my eyes, taking in Bishop’s scent, his warmth, and his tight hold on me.
Someone clears their throat rather loudly, and I gasp as I turn my head in the direction of the sound. The poor driver is waiting for us to move away from the car. I’m about to apologize when Bishop growls.
“What?” he snaps.
“I do apologize, sir, but I need to move the car before we get a ticket.”
Bishop scowls in the driver’s direction, but I put my hand on his chest before he can say anything else. Blue eyes turn to meet mine, and I shake my head slightly. He gives me the most adorable look like he really wants my permission to yell at the person who ruined our moment.
“Let’s just go inside,” I offer.
He narrows his eyes at me, then seems to think about it for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. The sooner I shake hands with Carl Randthorpe, the sooner we can leave.”
“Oh. Right.”
Of course, he wants to leave. This isn’t a date; my boss just feels sorry for me. Maybe he’s humoring my attempts to flirt because I’m just that pathetic. I try not to let the hurt show on my face, but Bishop sees it anyway.
“So we can be alone,” he clarifies, spreading his hand over the small of my back as he leads me to the front entrance.
“Really?” I pause, looking up at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious or not. “I thought… a few days ago, I mean, you seemed…”
“Like an asshole?” he finishes for me.
I grin and hold my hand up to his face, my thumb and pointer finger barely an inch apart. “Maybe a little.”
“You drive me crazy, Harlow,” he confesses, cupping the side of my neck. “I didn’t trust myself to be around you and not break all kinds of rules.”
“What changed?”
“You in that dress,” he says with a smirk.
I swat him on the chest, and Bishop takes my hand, laughing as he walks us up the stairs to the immaculate double doors.
“I’m serious,” I tell him as the doorman crosses something out on the clipboard he’s holding.
He holds the door open for us, and I’m overwhelmed by the decor and opulence dripping from every corner of the massive ballroom. I take a few steps forward, drawn to one of the dozen Christmas trees scattered about the venue.
Bishop steps up behind me, his arms snaking around my waist as he pulls me back into his embrace. His lips tickle the side of my neck as he trails soft kisses up to the shell of my ear. Everything in my body is ultra-sensitive like I’m aware of Bishop’s every movement. I feel like I can’t breathe when he’s not touching me in some way.
