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"Then I'm thrilled to be your first girlfriend," she says with a bright, genuine smile. And then she gives a wicked laugh. "Now,pleasetell me that I get to help you get ready for this date because my brother has been a pain in the ass my entire life and I am dying to see him lose his mind over you."
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
Her grin turns purely wicked. "Depends on how much you want to torture him."
I chew on my bottom lip, thinking it over. He did introduce me as his girlfriend twice today. And he made me go to work with him. Though I'm not really sure why since he didn't even do any work and we ended up leaving at noon.
After Jude left, I convinced Andreas to let me straighten up his desk. I don't know how he managed to find anything with it as messy as it was. I spent most of the morning organizing paperwork into chronological order. He spent most of the morning trying to interrupt me with kisses. I didn't complain too much. Kissing him is infinitely better than thinking about the trouble Connor is in.
For a long time, my brother was my hero. He's been slowly losing that status for a long time now. But I don't think I ever let myself grieve that loss until now. My brother isn't the man I always thought he was. He isn't a hero at all. He's a criminal, just like his criminal friends.
Part of me doesn't want to believe it. A big part of me rebels at the thought, refusing to accept that the same man who fought to keep me when anyone else would have given me up is the same one who now sells drugs and stolen property and hides his sins in the dark. But the rest of me…well, that part has been staring at the evidence for far too long to be so naïve. My brother joined an MC to find himself. Instead, I think he lost his dang mind.
I don't want to think about that tonight though. For once, I just want to be normal. I want to get dressed up and go out with Andreas and drive him a little bit crazy. I want to keep falling for the incredible man who burst into my life like a comet and turned it upside down. And Iamfalling. So fast it's a little bit terrifying and a little bit exhilarating at the same time. Andreas is everything I would have asked for if I'd known what to ask for in a man.
He says he wants forever…and I desperately want to give him that. But I'm so scared to let myself love him only to lose him. He wants me now, but what happens if I go to jail? Is it fair to take his heart if I'm only destined to break it? I don't know. Part of me thinks I should run now and protect us both. The rest of me thinks it's already too late for that.
Even if I go back home tomorrow, I'll still be leaving my heart here.
I'll still be taking his with me.
"Maybe just a little bit of torture," I whisper after a moment, earning a giant smile from Autumn. I send up a silent prayer that I don't end up destroying Andreas's heart and mine, but if God's listening, He doesn't answer.
"Stop staring at me," I whisper, squirming in the seat of the limo. My red bodycon minidress is beautiful. It's long sleeve, but plunges low between my breasts, showing more cleavage than I'm used to showing. The asymmetrical hem ends above midthigh, with a slit on one side that goes nearly up to my hip. It's sexy and daring, and Andreas can't keep his eyes off me.
He lounges across from me with his legs spread apart, one arm thrown over the back of the bench seat. He looks edible in his black tux. Then again, he usually does. The way he keeps looking at me is making me crazy. I'm not sure if he wants to spank me, kiss me…or fuck me. He growled when he saw me, and then spent five minutes trying to kiss my lipstick off.
He wasn't very happy with his sister when it wouldn't come off, which she thought was hilarious. I don't think he's very happy about how short my dress is either. He kept asking Autumn where the fuck the rest of it went. Eventually, she smacked him in the back of the head and then said something to him in Italian that I didn't understand.
He got real quiet after that and told me how beautiful I look.
I have no idea where he's taking me, but I know we're going to Houston. Hearing that made me feel better about the whole situation. I'm not ashamed to be seen with him. I'm just…worried. My brother already hates him. The last thing I want is for Connor and the Vipers to pick a fight with Andreas and the Silver Spoon MC because I left home. Things between them are bad enough without adding fuel to the fire.
Sooner or later, I'm going to have to tell my brother that I'm dating Andreas. But I don't want him to find out because we were seen together. Or, worse, because we ran into him while we were on my first ever date.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you if I tried, rabbit," Andreas rumbles, swallowing hard. "Had I known Autumn was going to turn you into a fucking Goddess, I would have rescued you instead of letting her have her way."
"Andreas," I say, laughing softly. "It's just a little makeup and a dress."
"No," he disagrees, shaking his head. "It's you, Catriona. You're so fucking pretty. Jesus. You're pretty enough to tempt a saint. And I've never been a holy man, little one."
I smile shyly, my nerves settling. "Then I guess it's a good thing I'm not expecting a saint tonight, isn't it?" I ask.
"No?" His lips quirk up into my favorite crooked grin. "What are you expecting, rabbit?"
"I don't know. I've never been on a date before." I glance at him from beneath my lashes, nibbling on my bottom lip. "But I'm kind of hoping that maybe…"
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe…"
His hands flex against the leather seat. Oh, he's so impatient and bossy! Iloveknowing that I can shake his composure the same way he rattles and shakes me. He's a freaking billionaire. He's so cool and confident and put together, and I'm just a curvy nineteen-year-old from a one-horse town. On the surface, we're polar opposites. There's nothing about us that fits…and yeteverythingabout us fits.
Knowing he's as affected by me as I am by him bolsters my confidence. It makes me feel alive in a way I never have before. It makes me feel womanly in a way I never expected. With Andreas, I'm not just a curvy nineteen-year-old girl. I'm a powerful, desirable woman. One this man finds irresistible.
"Maybe," I say, sliding out of my seat and swaying toward him.
He reaches for me, pulling me down to straddle his lap. I twine my arms around his neck, groaning when he spreads his legs apart slightly to force my dress up higher on my thighs. I know he can see my panties. I think that was his entire plan.
