Page 73 of Secret Gifts
Oh crap. Oh my holy crap. He’s seen all the dirty, scandalous, and unbelievably provocative desires I’ve fantasized about.
His cheeks heat up, and my eyes widen again. Fucking shit. Stop thinking!
“Holy shit!” I scream while covering my face. “So the greenhouse? That’s why you damn tripped, fell, stumbled, and looked like a clumsy fool?”
He laughs ferociously, and then he hands me a cup of coffee that I swear is even laughing at me.
“I thought I was going to die in that damn greenhouse. I was ready to throw you down on the ground and destroy the entire fifth floor of it.”
Oh damn. Don’t turn me on. I’m trying to be mad.
His dark grin emerges, and he leans over to let his chilly breath invade my fuming body.
“I like turning you on, and when we fuck… damn your thoughts are incredible.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding too hard from his crude but hot-as-fuck comment. I slide my hands over my face as all the deviously demented thoughts I’ve had since I met him race through my mind, and his coffee suddenly spews from his mouth before his glass drops and shatters to the floor.
“Well, that explains so fucking much,” I gripe, my eyes refusing to look up.
“I haven’t seen all of those,” he coughs out, and I can’t stifle my grin as I look up to see his terribly red cheeks as he cleans up the mess he just made.
“Well hell. Now you have,” I huff.
Oh damn. He knew it was me who pushed that girl in the tub of ice water.
He starts laughing, and my cheeks burn to pieces.
“Yeah. It was all I could do not to rupture something from my laughter. It made me feel good you actually wanted me.”
I loved you, jerk.
“I know,” he says with a smirk while standing from the freshly cleaned floor.
“Stop doing that,” I scold, and he laughs a little harder.
“I told you, I can’t shut it off,” he laughs, his arms closing around me as he kisses my forehead.
"So the restaurant... you heard my mind when you and your sister showed up for brunch?"
"Not until I saw you. There were too many people with so many loud thoughts, and I didn't know you were there to hone in on. Your head was always a little fuzzy to me unless I was really close to you. Until now. A blood fuck seems to have opened up your thoughts to me with much more clarity."
Great.
"So... in the underground facility... did you hear my mind there? Or Rex's?"
Panic tries to settle in as I await his response. He tilts his head, obviously listening in for insight.
"I heard everything you were thinking. That's how I knew you needed a mask. The only time I couldn't hear you was when you and Rex disappeared into that one back room. I wasn't paying attention to his thoughts. Why do you ask?"
Change the subject, Aria.
“So my dad... you knew our secret before he told you, didn’t you?” I ask while leaning back.
It's obvious he wants to prod me more on the underground facility deal, especially after my mind's obvious attempt to shift the topic, but he continues to answer me.
“No. He never thought about it even once. I was clueless until he pulled me aside. Your dad was hard as hell to understand because he always had a thousand thoughts going on at once, and it all came to me in a jumbled up mess. Since then, I have heard your mom think about it. I know everyone’s secrets, baby. You’re one of the few who knows mine though,” he says with a devious smirk.
"So, can your sister-"
