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The disappointment on his face breaks my heart more than I thought possible. I hate that I upset him.
He’s right—I do want him, but I don’t think he understands why I’m so cautious. Why the thought of fully giving in to loving him worries me. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but Bree is still kind of suspicious of you.”
His laugh shakes us both. “I know angel.”
Since he’s laughing, I guess he’s not shocked. But I am. “You know?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious. She doesn’t trust me. She thinks I come on too strong and that I’m going to dick you over somehow.”
Okay, then. He’s more intuitive than I realized, and I’m not as good at hiding things as I thought.
“I’m not pissed because I know she loves you. Just like I do.”
When he says things like that to me, I just melt.
“Damn angel. That smile of yours is going to be the death of me.”
I lift up and give him a kiss. A little one because I know what too many will lead to, and I have something I want to ask him first. “Can I have your father’s phone number please?”
He frowns at me. “You want to call my Dad?”
“Yes, if it’s okay. Since we’re eating at his house, I want to thank him for having me over on Thanksgiving and offer to bring something.”
A sexy smile lights up his already handsome face before he shakes his head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to. I want him to like me. We already have Bree questioning us. I don’t want your Dad to be the same way.”
Huge arms slide around me, and he nuzzles my neck, attempting to distract me, I’m sure. Although I can’t be swayed from doing the right thing.
“He’s going to adore you, but if it makes you feel better, we’ll call him.”
I love that he sayswe’ll. Talking to him together will be a lot easier.
I hold on tight as he carries me to the couch. Always careful with me, he drops down to the cushion slowly, cradling the back of my head.
Another temptation with me straddling him. I swear I hear him growl as he strokes down my shoulders. I know I feel his desire underneath me.
He draws his phone out of his suit breast pocket and taps the screen a few times. We’re on speaker phone with only one ring before his father picks up.
“Balthazar.”
He winks at me. “I’ve got Seraphina with me. She wants to ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
My pulse pounds from his gruff tone. I meet Balthazar’s eyes. His steady gaze and quick nod reassure me. I take a deep breath. “Hi Mr. Wiseman. I just wanted to say thank you for hosting me for Thanksgiving and see if there is anything you’d like me to bring. I’m happy to contribute to our meal.”
Nothing. I don’t hear a thing. Not a word. Not a sniff. Not a sound.
Maybe I’ve angered him? I was just trying to be polite. I read that’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re invited to someone’s home, especially who you’ve never met before. I’ve really messed up. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
Zero confidence resonances in my tone regardless of how much I try. Instead, I sound wobbly and tearful. I guess since I am. How humiliating.
Balthazar snarls and his mouth snaps open. He’s ready to tear into one of us. Which makes things even worse. Before he speaks, we hear a throat clearing through the speaker.
“No need to apologize. I just… We’re glad to have you, and you don’t have to bring anything. It’s all taken care of.”
At least he’s not mad. I don’t think. “Okay, thank you. See you on Thursday!”
