Page 78 of Miles Apart
Her snort morphs into laughter at my expense. “Please. You could never pull me when you opened your mouth. You’re fine, but that game you speak of? Questionable.”
“I know you’re not talking shit in my clothes”—I tug on the sleeve—“after eating my breakfast. Now I know you have head trauma.” I shake my head and huff. “Questionable game. Bernadette knows better.”
Bernie better come on. I miss her, and Emma needs reminding that I’ll have her facedown snoring into a pillow.
“Since you’re so fly, give me my shit back.”
Em’s hands snap to my wrists like she could stop me from taking back my hoodie. She dives to the other end of the couch, or at least tries but doesn’t make it. I snatch her up, grinning from ear to ear at her irresistible smile and damn audacity. She doesn’t have an ounce of makeup on, and she’s perfection.
Her moss-green eyes widen when I flick her off and tug a sleeve.
“Wait! What about a bet?”
I fold my arms over my chest and smirk. I’m shirtless, and she’s making it clear she needs dick with that gaze. “Let me hear it.”
“You and me, tonight,” she says, licking her lips.My kitten needs attention. “Meet me at Gio’s at seven. We’ll pretend not to know each other, and whoever buckles first has no game and has to do whatever the other says.”
This is what happens when you watch corny-ass romance movies. But if I get a W with some role-playing sprinkled in, game fucking on.
I lean forward and drag my tongue over my teeth. “Don’t come crying when I hurt your feelings.”
Emma gets in my face so we’re inches apart. “Tonight will be another reminder that you’ve met your match, Miles.”
I might love this woman.
Chapter 36
Emma
Ilost. Bad.
I didn’t doubt that Miles’s charm, and his arrogance would be at a hundred. Toying with him about his game was fun, but victory was in his maple gaze when he looked me over and accepted.
I was confident, but I’m also no fool. I spent a good two hours pleasuring myself to build up the endurance to resist him, to fortify my pussy at all costs. My victory dance was ready. I can’t two-step to save my life, but I had everything in place.
The insulated structure for a private dining experience on the balcony.
Candles and champagne.
The spicy fried oysters he says are “good as shit.”
My game was solid, guaranteed to force Miles to kneel before my five-inch heels. That was until he walked through the restaurant doors in an all-black suit that bent to the hard planes of his body and excited my senses.
Our eyes met in the mirror over the bar, where I waited for him as he crossed the dining room and stood next to me withoututtering a word. The fragrance of our arousal coated the air between us. I faced him head-on and held back a grin as his gaze traveled over my face to the vegan leather dress painting my curves. I was at the home stretch until flashbacks of him between my legs broke my concentration.
It was a mistake to allow my eyes to slide down the outline of Miles’s back muscles. The slow burn crawling up my throat was a warning I ignored as I got lost in his profile, which came with a fresh fade and a trimmed goatee.
My disloyal knees buckled when I stepped off the stool, earning a side-eye and a twisted smirk. “That was fast,” was all Miles said before we went upstairs, fogged up the plastic panels, and ate like we didn’t test the table’s weight limits.
Today’s walk of shame has a new meaning, and it comes with a side of salami.
I swallow what’s left of my pride and smile at Michelle. “Hello. I’m here to see Mr. Walker,” I tell the receptionist.
The phone on her desk rings. “One moment, please,” she says, turning her attention to the call. Her brown eyes widen, and she bites her lips to keep from laughing.Miles. “Here.” She passes me the phone.
“You’ll kiss my ass twice before I say it,” I blurt. Michelle is no stranger to our banter.
Miles’s laughter tickles my cheeks, but I remain strong. “So testy on a Monday. What’s wrong with saying you’re here to see a winner?” His arrogant smile shines through the silence.
