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Since Axel pointed it out, I can see the way she tucks some of her hair behind her ear nervously. I track the way her eyes move around the room, as if expecting someone to jump out and tell her this is all some big joke. She hasn’t looked my way yet.
Part of me is glad she hasn’t because then it would be really fucking creepy for me to continue to watch her, but now that I’ve started I can’t stop.
She looks strained and a little stressed out. I want to make the slight tremor in her hands as she reaches for her glass disappear. I want to feed her things I whip up for her in our kitchen.
If we were naked even better.
The woman in charge, I assume, steps in to stop the round and then she announces that there is a 30-minute break before the next round starts. Thirty minutes, what the fuck is she talking about? Then I remember I was checking on the food for the round of mingling.
I turn to Axel and try to stop myself from roaring my words and barely succeed, “The next round? I’m going to have to stand here and watch that shit again?”
A wince is all I get from Axel in response, but it’s more than enough.Fuck.
The moment the guy stands up from where my woman is sitting, I’m striding across the room and heading straight for her. When her dark brown eyes meet mine, they widen for a moment, and I swear I see recognition in their depths. It’s not the recognition you have when you see someone again who you’ve met before. This is different.
This is like the deepest parts of her looked at me and saw my deepest parts and know we belong together.
As soon as it’s there, it’s gone again. Even though most of the other speed daters have stood up from their chairs and are getting ready to mingle, my woman watches me warily, but it’s the curiosity I also see there that I latch onto. I can work with it.
“Hi, I’m Silas,” I grin at her and then hold my hand out for her to shake.
“Hi,” her voice is soft and unsure with a little bit of a rasp. She looks behind me at where I came from before asking, “Are you part of the event?” When I shake my head she narrows her eyes at me. “I’m not sure I should tell you any of my personal information then.”
I reach over and brush some of her curls off her shoulder, not even a little bit sorry about enjoying the view into the valley of her breasts. I want to lick right there. I want to bury my face there and never come up for air. I want to sleep there, her body making the perfect pillow for me.
“I think you should,” I tell her simply. “You knew what the truth was from the moment our eyes met just a second ago.” She crosses her arms defiantly. Fuck if she still isn’t the most adorable woman I’ve ever seen. “You can deny it, if you want to, Sugar, but it won’t matter in the end.”
She sounds dubious, but the way her lips form the words has me almost swallowing my tongue, “In the end?”
I make a humming sound and am about to tell her all about how we belong together when the woman running the event comes up to us. There’s concern in her eyes and a forced smile on her face. She looks between us before she pulls herself up to her full height and fixes me with a look that means business.
Her tone is brisk when she addresses me, “Are you part of the MatchMakers Inc event?”
“Um,” I could lie, but that’s not how I want to start my relationship with my sweet little Sugar, “no.”
She makes a huffing sound, and her smile drops for a moment before she glances at my woman and it’s back with extra wattage. “Then you can’t be here. This event is only for people we have prescreened.”
I take a long look at my Sugar, who stands slowly and starts to fidget, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. I almost forget about being told to move on because now I can see my woman’s entire body. The curves on her make me want to drop to my knees. In worship. In praise. In pure fucking need.
I wonder if I beg her to let me have her if she would give in. She looks unsure, but it’s not going to stop me from having her, from convincing her we’re meant to be.
See? I told you, speed dating isn’t where it’s at. Who the fuck needs five minutes when you can know with a single look if you’ve found the other half of your entire being?
I hate it, but I know what I have to do.
I hold my hands up. “I get it. I’m not here to disrupt your event,” I give the MatchMakers Inc woman a charming smile and notice out of the corner of my eye that my woman’s eyes narrow and her cheeks pink slightly. Jealous looks good on her, though I never want to give her a reason to be jealous. I look at my woman, “I’m going to be waiting and watching until this is done and then I’d like to buy you a drink.”
Her eyebrows shoot up and she bites her lip as she appraises me. It feels like forever, as she takes my measure, but it’s probably less than a minute until her sweet voice reaches me, “Okay.”
A wide smile spreads across my face. “Thanks, Sugar.” When I wink at her, her blush deepens. Fucking adorable. “What’s your name?”
As she tucks some hair behind her ear, she grants me the gift of her name, the only one I’ll need to know for the rest of my life. “Paisley.”
Paisley.
I don’t need to know her last name because it’ll change soon enough. I’m going to marry this woman and make her mine. There is no other way, no other option.
I nod and then let the woman lead my Paisley, my Sugar, away from me. With every step, I hate it more and more. The thought of standing here and watching other men be around her and hit on her is killing me. I don’t have much other choice though.
