Page 24 of Big Dix

He’s definitely finished with me after tonight. I mean, really, what did I think would come from any of this? I’ll tell you. Orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms. I can forget it now. God, he must think I’m a psycho.

Resigned to my fate, I have to ask.

“When did you find out?”

“Promise not to be upset?”

This can’t be good, can it? “Um, I’ll try?”

Latinas are known for their fire. I can’t promise him anything.

“The night that I met you at the party at Rimmington’s house.”

“What? Oh, my god. You’ve known all along who I am?”

Jeez, I’m an idiot. He must have been laughing at me this entire time.

I hang my head. At this point, I can’t even make eye contact with him. Heat flares in my cheeks. Am I blushing? This must be what Glory feels like all the damn time.

Surely, after all this, our time in the sun has set, our ship has sailed. Fuck. Why am I using pirate-themed analogies? This fucking eye patch is fucking me up. Plus… good grief. I tried to use an accent earlier. Atticus must think I’m ridiculous. Right now, I’d agree.

Warm fingers lift my chin until I’m staring at the most handsome man living on this earth. Yes, I said Earth. The universe has barely been explored. I’ve read some of those blue alien romance novels. A girl has to hold on to some hope that type of anatomy could be possible.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I figured it out. I was just afraid that you’d back out on seeing me if I didn’t play along.”

He was afraid I’d back out? He can’t be serious.

Atticus offers me another panty-melting grin. “You’re an amazing woman, and I was willing to do what I needed to do to spend time with you.”

Well, shit. That was sweet. Can’t stay mad after that, can I? Plus, he’s smoking hot when he’s trying to apologize.

“Okay. Let’s just forget the last several days. Rewind if you will, and start fresh. Sound good?”

He smirks as he sticks his right hand out toward me. “Atticus Dixon,” he drawls in his sexy southern accent.

I press my palm into his. “Evelyn Salinas.”

“Miss Salinas, what can I do for you in this time of need?”

I could think of a million things I’d like him to do, but since our sexy times came to a dramatic end resulting in a pirate patch, I just want one thing right now. “How about a ride home?”

His blue-green eyes sparkle. “Your chariot awaits, milady.” He sweeps his arm out before me, urging me to proceed.

After a few minutes of awkward silence in the truck, we pull up in front of my house, and Atticus shuts off the engine.

“This is me.”Facepalm.Obviously, it’s me, he used his GPS. “But I guess you already knew that, huh?” Nervous laughter slips past my lips.

“Nice house. You lived here long?”

“Yes and no. My parents live there”—I point to the house next to mine— “my abuela lives there.” I point to the house across from my parents’. “The house I live in came on the market a few years ago, and I knew I had to have it.”

“I like that you want to be close to your family. That’s why I’ve made a lot of the decisions I have made, personally and professionally.”

He’s a family man. As if my horniness for him needed any more fuel.

“That’s a good quality to have.” I turn, angling my body toward him over the console in this big-ass new truck which I know, for a fact, isn’t making up for a small penis. I have photographic evidence.

Thank goodness.

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