Page 17 of Beauty & Chaos
Remember, you’ll just get hurt.
“You need to get off your ankle, but before I let you ride away into the sunset with Tony, give me your number.”
This is how it starts.
“Why?”
He smirks, loving the challenge. “Maybe I want to show you my castle.”
“Do you? Have a castle?”
“I have a round table.” Travis shrugs.
I can’t help my small laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Let me take you out for dinner.”
“I don’t date.”
“Nor do I,” he replies.
I blink, surprised by his response. “Okay, so are you looking for a wench or a queen? Because I’m not joking, I am not dating right now and—”
“Brooklyn.” Travis cups my face, and my body explodes into a billion sparks of light at his touch. “I promise I will not ask you to marry me or invite you to move into my castle.”
I can’t speak.
I know this is the game, but suddenly he feels larger, more powerful, all-encompassing, and...I want him to kiss me.
I really want him to kiss me.
“Come to dinner tomorrow night and I promise to treat you like a queen, then fuck you like a naughty wench.”
Jesus Christ.
My mouth falls open as I wait for his lips to crush to mine. Instead, he slips a card between my fingers, and disappointment replaces my arousal.
Just.
The glass doors of the hospital open in a low hum.
“There you are,” Tony calls out.
Shit.
Bad timing buddy. Go away. Come back another time.
Travis lifts my hand, kissing the back of it while I try to get my lungs to start working. And fail.
I can’t breathe.
“Goodnight, Genevieve.” Travis winks and gives me the sexiest, most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.
And he has dimples.
Jesus, you are cruel.
Travis slowly backs away, confident as fuck, then turns and strides out the door.
