Page 13 of Miles Apart
“Em, you okay?”
“Never better,” I blurt. “Are you ready to get out? I’m a prune, and it’s not a good look.”
We’re in the living area fifteen minutes later with our robes and hot chocolate. I try to nudge Justice to skip speed dating and put some distance between her and Terrence. And me and his sexy ass best friend.
She doesn’t bite, but come tomorrow, maybe I will.
Chapter 6
Emma
Itell myself to focus on the men playing musical chairs in front of me and not the one whose cologne has me in a chokehold from several seats away. The stubborn, conceited face I’ve wanted to smack and ride, who’s now in front of my best friend at this damn speed dating event.
Dancing through my mind and on my last nerve.
“Mind if I join you?”
My gaze shifts from the sharp edges of Miles’s profile, his generous mouth, to a man in all black with a matching crop of thick hair. He’s tall and slender, a contrast to the gladiator frame tempting glances at the fitted turtleneck stretched over his chest.
Dark eyes look down at me in wait. They’re missing the warm flecks of brown I’m trying desperately to scrub from my thoughts, but they are still handsome.
Heat creeps up the side of my face at Miles’s stare. It’s overpowering, ready to call me on my bullshit for pretending to have more interest in the man across from me than I do. I press a hand to my chest and smile, present onlookers be damned.“Of course,” I say, my face splitting into a wide grin for no other reason than to give Miles the finger from feet away.
Black Suit unbuttons his blazer to slide into the seat, his eyes careful not to linger too long on my little black dress or the mesh panel that exposes my skin from my right breast to my sternum.
“I’m Spiro.”
“Emma.”
We shake over rose petals and scattered tea lights on the white linen tablecloth between us. I want to gag at the first date clichés, but I won’t complain about the floor-to-ceiling view of the snow-covered valley.
“What do you do, Emma?”
Strike one.
I pull a sip of champagne to keep my eye roll at bay. Did this event come with notecards of basic questions? I’m sure Spiro is nice, butWhat do you do?andWhere are you from?don’t get my panties moist.
“I’m a creative director.” I leave out the lingerie part. Too many salivate the moment I say it, like it strengthens their chances of seeing what color bra and thong set I’m wearing.
A brow quirks. “Impressive. I work on Wall Street.”
“Mmm.”
Strike two.
“Where are you from?”
Check, please!
If only I’d pushed Justice to skip tonight’s organized matchmaking for room service and reruns. Jay isn’t ready to face her estranged husband, who’s currently showing every damn tooth in his mouth to Madison. She wouldn’t be seeing his charm on display, and I wouldn’t be smiling my ass off at a man who does nothing to my mind or pussy because I’m dodging the one who does.
Miles has served Trevante Rhodes for the fifteen years we hopped in and out of each other’s lives. He’s a full meal with a side of 50 Cent audacity. His quips and level of fine are a deadly combination. Forbidden fruit luring my lips to taste.
I brush my chin over my shoulder to peek at Miles, whose eyes are still on me. Justice is talking a mile a minute, but his fixed stare teases goosebumps over my skin.
How amIdickmatized over someone whose dick I haven’t even seen? I poke fun at Justice about Terrence, but this is worse. Miles and I never dated. Hell, we’re not even friends. There’s at least twenty people in the room, and it’s a miracle no one has choked under the pressure of our energy stretching across the restaurant.
You are not this sprung.
