Page 3 of Resisting You
I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the flowered wallpapered wall behind me. “Oh yeah. You’re ready for a bitchin’ night.” I grinned.
“Let’s not forget, my passport,” she said pointedly and tugged her clutch open, yanking out a small covered passport case.
“You think we’re leaving the country tonight? When Hazel and Reid literally have a show tomorrow?”
“They have understudies,” she said, giving me a little lift of her shoulder and alotof attitude.
“What else have you got in there? Is that like Mary Poppins’ magic bag?” Shit just seems to keep coming out even though it seemed barely big enough to hold a cell phone.
“I’ve got a Tide stick, hand lotion, condoms, and my pocket rocket.”
I paused, every nerve ending in my body coming alive. “You brought condoms and your pocket rocket?” I repeated carefully.
She stood taller in her heels—all five-foot nothing of her—and the tip of her nose barely hit my chin. “I did. You need me to show proof of those, too?”
“No,” I answered fast.
Fuck my life. The last thing I needed was to think of Rosa using those condoms with another man. Not when I’d tried so damn hard for years to get her to go out with me.
And the pocket rocket? Fuck, that was sexy… imagining her lithe little body writhing in the sheets, moaning, getting herself off.
Stop it.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the images out of my mind. She’s made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t interested in me that way.
She turned away from me, snapping her purse shut. And I was pretty sure she didn’t think I saw that small smirk splayed on her plump mauve lips.
Fuck me. Maybe tonightwouldbe wild, after all.
Chapter 2
Rosa
"I can't believe they're married," Noah whispered, his hot breath skimming across my ear and smelled faintly of lemons from the wedge that sat on the rim of his beer.
I ignored the way my heartrate kicked up a notch and the heat that curled in my belly at the feel of his breath on my skin. Noah Tripp was sex on a stick…
No, not a stick. He was sex on a Redwood. A ripped, muscular, bulging tree trunked redwood.
And those eyes? God, those baby blues were a potent drug. Mesmerizing. Beautiful, like the ocean. And just like the ocean, they may seem serene, but one wrong move and their riptide will pull you under, drowning you.
That’s what it was like staring into Noah Blue Tripp’s eyes.
"I know." Tearing my gaze away from him, I wrapped my lips around the reed straw and sipped the last bit of my strawberry daiquiri. The slurping sound gargled, but it was drowned out by the loud noises and music of the outdoor tiki bar.
In the middle of the dance floor, I watched as Reid and Hazel danced, embraced in each other's arms. The moonlight reflectedoff of her white dress casting it a pale shade of blue. My smart watch buzzed against my wrist.
I glanced down, to find the alert blinking on my screen:Is it time to go to sleep?
Normally, my sleep app would be right. 12:30 a.m. was typicallywaypast my bedtime.
Even though I was new to psychology, having only graduated less than a year ago, I still had patients who depended on me. Well, a few patients.
Okay,two. I had two patients. And luckily, neither of them had appointments this weekend… or this week.
Or the week after that.
They were solid once a month patients. Not nearly enough to pay my bills.
I’m still growing my new practice. Business will pick up soon.I told myself this almost daily.
