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What’s that all about?
She nods. “I’m fine.”
“You’re only twenty-seven, right?” I whisper. “You’re not sad about getting older, are you?”
Surely not, she’s a knockout.
She shakes her head. “Birthdays are a bit of a hard time for me.”
I frown. “How so?”
She shifts in her seat. “Family stuff.”
Oh. I let it drop since the waiter has moved.
I take my knife and cling the side of my bourbon glass as I raise it.
“A toast,” I begin as each of the girls raise their flutes in unison. “To living life to the fullest, with no regrets. To being young and alive, and doing what makes you happy. Life is short, so here’s to making the most of it in beautiful Cancun. Happy birthday, Ariana.”
“Happy birthday!” her friends coo as we all take a sip.
I watch as her lips daintily sip on the thousand-dollar bottle of champagne like she was made to do it. Her lips are a light pink, like a rosebud, and I marvel at how elegant she is. She suits opulence; it rolls right off her without a hitch.
I take a sip as our eyes meet.
Fuck me if there isn’t an electricity between us that knocks me off my feet.
Her breath hitches as her eyes drop to my throat.
So, she feels it too?
Shut this down. Shut it down now.
This is wrong.
I try to shut down the inner demon in me that is begging me to seduce her. Take her back to my bed and unwrap that gold, sparkly dress and fuck her stupid, devouring her with everything I’ve got, leaving her spent and spoiled for any other man.
No!
Yes!
Jesus, I’m fucked.
She’s your son’s ex-girlfriend, you prick. Get a fucking grip.
I’m clearly going through some kind of weird mid-life crisis or something. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.
I’m the CEO of a huge international company, who handles million-dollar deals, acquisitions, and takeovers all day long, and I can’t handle one little girl.
I should be ashamed of myself.
I make coffee fucking nervous…I can handle this.
I tug on the lapels of my jacket as I check myself.
If that were the case, why does it feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place?
As long as the scotch keeps coming, I’ll get through this dinner without one more illicit thought...
