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“Stop right there.” I pushed back, nearly knocking over my chair. “I can’t believe you. I thought things had changed. That you were ready to treat me like an adult. Like the grown woman I am. But this—” I pulled several bills out of my wallet—“this is a whole new low.”
“Take your money.” Dad tried to stuff the cash back into my purse. “That’s not what this is about at all.”
“Keep it. I don’t want your money, and I don’t need your support.” I turned and stalked toward the back hall, blinking furiously, not trusting myself to look back without crying.
Oliver stepped out of the men’s room, adjusting his collar. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door at the end of the hall.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, stopping short. “What happened?”
I turned to face him, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Can we get out of here? I need to go.”
“Of course.” He put an arm around my shoulder and pushed through the back door into the alley.
I gulped in the cool night air. I didn’t even care that we were standing behind a restaurant in an alley. “I’m sorry. I had to get out of there.”
“What happened?” He faced me, his palm cupping my cheek. “Why are you so upset?”
I leaned against the brick and tried to steady my breathing. “My dad. I thought he trusted me. That he wanted to see me succeed.”
“What changed?” He leaned in, touching his forehead to mine.
Our eyes met, and just like that, all the emotion welled up again. He saw me—really saw me—and it cracked me open all over again.
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it right now.” All I wanted was to feel something besides the ache in my chest. His arms around me helped. I buried my head in his chest, holding him tight, hoping to block out everything else.
“What can I do to help?” he whispered.
I tilted my face up just enough to kiss him. “Distract me.”
His hand slid down my side, reached around, and pulled me tighter. I pressed my body to his, needing the heat, the contact. His moan vibrated through me as his hands found my ass and his mouth explored my neck. I guided his hand to the front of my skirt, not even thinking.
He slipped it past the waistband, over my stomach, and under my panties. My breath caught. I rose to my toes as he moved lower.
God, yes.
He grazed my ribs with one hand while the other stroked between my legs. When I ground against him, he moved his hand just out of reach. It made me groan. My body was already aching. His mouth covered mine as I moaned into him, pushing harder.
Then he found the spot. Slipped his fingers inside me. And I shattered, clinging to his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through me. My knees buckled, and I would’ve collapsed if he hadn’t held me up.
His mouth kissed along my temple, my hair, my eyelids. I clung to him, trying to calm my racing pulse.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, brushing my hair from my cheek.
I nodded. “Take me home?”
“To Macy’s?”
“No. To your place.” Right then, I jumped all in with Oliver Martin. I’d find a way to make sure he stayed in the States—whatever it took. I wasn’t letting him go.
He didn’t look surprised. He just took my hand and led me down the alley toward his bike.
CHAPTER 34
Oliver
We stumbled as we climbed the outside steps to my apartment. I clamped a hand around Trinity’s back, holding her close so she didn’t tumble over the railing while she peppered every inch of my exposed skin with kisses. It was like something inside her had snapped after I left the table at dinner. Her parents’ lack of faith in her seemed to mean she’d shifted all of her hopes to me.
I wanted her to trust me. I wanted to be the man who deserved her love. But I had to cut Wyatt loose before I’d feel like I actually did.
