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“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you going into this unprepared.”
I sigh. “Fine. Ask away.”
“Are you aware they’re trying to set you up with Mateo?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. I gathered that when your dad said, ‘Mateo is excited to meet you.’”
“And you still agreed to come? Why?”
“I didn’t know until after I agreed! What was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry, Enzo, I can’t date your son because I’m actually fucking your other son.’ It would have been rude to go back on my word.”
Ben seems to mull over my answer for a minute before he hesitantly asks, “Do you want to date Mateo?”
No. I want you to take me to your place and help me turn my brain off for the rest of the day. I want to dateyouand maybe eventually steal your last name.
I don’t say that, though. Because I can’t let him think I’m getting attached.
Instead, I shrug. “Why not? I’ve already tried one Rossi brother, might as well try out the other one. Do a side-by-side comparison. Ooo, maybe we could have a threesome. I do love a good ‘why choose’ romance. There’s something hot about it being two brothers.”
I could be imagining it, but I swear Ben growls. “I don’t share, honey. Especially not with my brother.”
I push my bottom lip out. “Bummer.”
In a flash, Ben has his hand wrapped around my throat in a possessive—yet surprisingly gentle—grip, and he’s leaned over the center console, pulling me forward so our noses are an inch apart.
“I think I need to make something clear, so listen carefully. You’re going to be polite to Mateo, but you’re not going to give him any indication you’re interested. You’re mine,Dulzura.”
I swallow thickly. “I’m not yours,” I whisper weakly.
Ben chuckles darkly, like he knows I’m full of shit, then brings our faces closer so the tips of our noses touch. His hot breath fans against my mouth, and I’ve never wanted to break my “no kissing” rule more than I do right now.
“Tell me you won’t leave with him. Tell me I get to have you tonight.” It’s not a request, but a demand.
“Drew?” is all I can respond with.
“You already agreed to come to my place.”
“Ben, I—”
“Please.”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard him beg, and I’m helpless to deny his plea. Especially when I want it just as badly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand releases my throat, and I nearly whine at the loss.
He sits back and pulls out of the parking lot, acting like our conversation never even happened.
I have more questions now than I did before, and I feel I’m not prepared for any of the answers.
Chapter 28
Ben
Emma fits in with my family like she’s meant to be here.
