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“Let’s hope so, Marcel. Though I feel you have a lot more say in what happens in the streets of New Awlins than what the club does. We know you have big power around here.”
He grins that bad-boy smirk again while continuing to clean the glass. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout, Miss Ingrid.”
“Mm-hmm, sure you don’t.” I chuckle.
South and I take a few steps into the lower level of Revel Rose’s dining area and head to a booth at the edge of the room. The red plush seating looks so comfortable as he slides in, then I shift in beside him.
He side-eyes me, and I feel his stare as he holds his menu up, clearly not looking at it, and I huff. “Okay, just tell me what you wanna say,” I blurt out.
South places the menu on the table and turns to face me. “Why are you so scared of us?”
My eyes widen. “Why?South, there aresooomany reasons.”
He exhales and gently places his hand on my thigh, my skin instantly igniting at his touch. “There’s something here. You gotta admit, Ingrid, you must be able to feel this electricity pulsating between us?”
My eyes close, my heart rate beating so fast I feel like I’m having trouble breathing. “I feel it. It doesn’t mean it’s right, though, Romeo.”
His hand gently caresses my face, making my eyes snap open. “Ingrid, I know this is hard. But if the chemistry is right and feelings are here, shouldn’tthatbe all that matters?”
“There are other people who matter in this too.”
“Okay… so we can figure out whatthis is, and then tell them when we know where we’re going. We don’t have to include everyone every step of the way.”
“I tell my kids everything, South,” I refute.
He tilts his head, glancing at my breast.
I sink into myself, understanding exactly the message he is sending me. I’m lying to them about having the biopsy done.
So he’s right.
Idon’ttell themeverything.
He’s got me there.
“So maybe I don’t tell themeverything,but that’s for their own good. I don’t want to upset them unnecessarily.”
South shrugs. “Then maybe look at us the same way. You don’t want to upset them by telling them about us until there is something solid to tell them.”
“I’m hiding too much from them. It doesn’t feel right. It’s not like me…at all.”
South slides his hand off my knee and looks away from me. “The last thing I want to do is stress you out, especially right now. So, if this is too much, Iwillback off. But Ingrid, I think you want me. I think you like my attention… am I reading you right?” His eyes slowly turn back to look at me.
My nostrils flare with the emotion running through me. My stomach swirls in apprehension, teamed with butterflies.
Not one person has ever understood me like South does.
This man knows I need space.
But he also knows I crave him just as much.
How does that even work?
My hand slowly slides out along his thigh, creeping higher as our eyes meet. “You are… I want you in ways that make me question who I am. That makes me question if I’m even sane anymore. You scare me, South. But that fear also brings me to life, especially with what’s happening in my life right now. I’ve got to live every moment because I don’t know how many more moments I have left.”
My hand slides up, pressing on the bulge of his crotch, his erection evident as he inhales sharply at my touch. His eyes lock with mine. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I am in the moment, and fuck it! I’m just going to go with it.
My fingers slide to his zipper, and I begin edging it down.
