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Just as I’m about to crawl under the table and die, Sarah says, “Can I tell them now? Please?”
I just wave my hand. At this point, I need a white flag, so I can wave it and surrender.
“He’s, her brother.”
Three gasps follow her declaration, but I blurt out, “Adopted brother. Don’t be gross.”
Amanda sighs, “Holy forbidden fantasies.”
Jenny reaches over the table and grabs my hand, “What’s the plan? He’s your adopted brother. Surely this can’t be long-term?”
I fight back the tears threatening to fall, “I don’t know.”
Sarah sets her drink down on the table, “She’s right you know. He’s old enough to be your father. He is your brother. Your dad doesn’t even let you date. He’s going to freak out, Ivy. You’re barely eighteen. He’s pushing forty. He’s going to destroy you.”
I nod, this is nothing Sarah hasn’t already told me. She doesn’t have anything against Nash, she's just worried about me getting hurt. If I’m honest with myself, so am I.
Amanda decides it’s her job to save me, “We should go. Sarah and I have plans. I’ll let you know what my authors say about your photo.”
We all get up to walk to the door, but Danielle grabs my arm holding me in place, “Don’t listen to them, I say you fuck that beefcake until time runs out. Climb that sucker like a tree and fuck‘em’ like he’s a buckin’ bronco!”
Sarah grabs my other arm as we approach the door, she spots Nash and breathes, “If it were me, I’d risk getting hurt. Fuck, he’s beautiful.”
They are my friends and I trust them. I know they would never do anything like try to sleep with him. Yet, hearing them talk about how hot he is leaves me unsettled. Women must throw themselves at him all the time. Again, I wonder why he’s even wasting time on me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
NASH
When Ivy walks out of the coffee shop, she walks over to me while her friends go in the opposite direction. Something happened there after I left. I can see it written all over her face. She’s trying hard to keep it together but failing miserably.
“Princess, what is it?”
She shakes her head, her eyes locked on the pavement, avoiding my gaze.
“Did something happen?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head again, “I’m just tired.”
“Ivy,” I say while wrapping her chin in my hand and tilting her head back, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
Unshed tears fill her eyes when she whispers, “I think I need space.”
Letting go of her chin, I grab her arm and pull her to my car. Once I open the passenger door, I growl, “Get in.”
“Where are we going?” She asks when I get into the driver’s side and pull out of my parking spot.
“A place where we can be alone.”
It’s the middle of the morning. I can’t take her back to the pool house without risking Mercy finding us. Eventually, this is all going to come out. Today is not the day. Not when she’s trying to leave me. Again. Fuck. I’ve never been like this with a woman. I’m obsessed with her. I can’t get enough. Ivy is the strongest drug I’ve ever had. I’m fucking addicted. There’s no doubt, one more hit will not be enough. I crave her around the clock. If I’m not fucking her, I want to be. But it’s more than that. I don’t only ache for her body. Every smile, every laugh, pushes me further off the edge. I want her to be my good girl. I want her to be my bad girl. I want to make her come. I want to make her laugh. Cry. Scream. Smile. I want to be the man that’s everything to her. I want her to be mine. Out in the open. Not in secret. I am so fucked.
Ivy is quiet on the entire drive to my office. I’ve wanted to fuck her in my office and today I will, but not before she talks to me. I’m going to find out what is going on in that gorgeous head of hers.
When I pull into the parking garage, she gasps, “Where are we going?”
I chuckle, “Are you afraid of me, Princess?”
She rolls her eyes, “Of course not.”
