Page 2 of Miles
My mind didn’t make up the brief encounter last year. Damn it. Little Elsa has grown into a beautiful woman with captivating caramel, tiger eyes. My heart is racing like it has never done before. She’s shockingly more perfect with her stunned expression. Foolishly, I want to drag her lips to mine.
Even with the news that my godfather needs surgery and that life is going to get a little more difficult with the troubles,nothing compares to the way she looks up at me with her lips parted, her hands on my forearms. Even through my suit, I can feel her touch burning me, marking me.
“Excuse me,” I cough, releasing her so I can breathe. When was the last time I’d seen her? Was it her eighteenth birthday? God, that was so long ago. She looked breathtaking then, but an emergency came up and I had to leave before even greeting her.
“There’s someone here to see you,” she says, looking right past me toward her father.
“Okay. Do you know who it is?” I’m surprised she didn’t already tell him who it was; unless she didn’t want to say it in front of me which is strange.
She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Oh of course, sorry. It’s the doctor. Mom told me to come get you.”
“I’ll accompany you,” I offered, needing to get some air and space between me and the sweet temptation that’s my little godsister.
“Actually, you could probably discuss Elsa’s plans for college. You two haven’t seen each other in, what? A year or more?” he suggests, raising his brows. I’m not sure his motives. Can he tell I’m interested and he’s trying to torture me before he actually tortures me, or does he want me to talk her out of criminology?
“I don’t think he cares. He has better things to do with his time,” she mutters, clearly offended, and I can’t blame her but it was for her own good. He gives me a warning glance to make this right before walking out the office door, closing it behind him.
That might not have been the wisest thing to do. The temperature doubled in the room instantly. “That’s not fair, littleprincess. I apologize for neglecting you, but I have time, and I am quite intrigued about your major.”
“Are you really?” She raises her head, and for a moment I see the hesitation before she turns a snarky smile on me. Fuck, there’s the reaction I knew my body would have if we spend time together.
“Yes. Tell me all about it.” I lean on the edge of her father’s desk with my feet out in a relaxed pose, arms crossed.
“I’m planning on studying criminal justice with a focus on forensics.” I raised one eyebrow.
“Interesting. A particular type of forensics?” I ask. I’m sure she’s taking her gen-eds now.
“Particular types?” she asks, tilting her head as if she isn’t already a year in.
“Yes—digital, anthropology, fingerprinting, toxicology, etc.”
She smiles as she slaps her forehead. “Oh, duh. I want to learn about physical forensics, so more toward anthropology.” Fuck, she’s adorable when she’s flustered.
“Are you nervous, Princess?”
“No,” she sputters out defensively, turning red. I hide a chuckle and straighten myself up to hide the uncomfortable arousal in my pants that is no longer easily disguised.
“Well, maybe we can discuss things when you get a little further along in your classes since I have a degree in computer forensics. We can compare notes on techniques and cases.”
“I’ve taken an anthropology course and it was fun, but it was just an intro class.” She tries to minimize her experience because she thinks I won’t find it interesting, but I’ve suddenly found myself interest in all things Elsa.
“That’s great. Did you get to handle any artifacts?” I like the way her face lights up.
“Yes. It was pretty cool and even a skull from a neolithic hunter-gather. It’s so different than ours. The brow ridge is much more defined.” Why the fuck am I jealous of her touching another man’s face?
“Do you usually going around staring at men’s brow ridges?”
“No, but it’s going to be a part of forensics and human anatomy. Do you actually work cases?”
“Yes, but I can’t discuss things like that.” I wink at her, and the apples of her cheeks turn an adorable pink. I’ve lent my expertise in things, both legally and underhandedly. Most people would be surprised how often the government works with the dark side of life.
“Fine. I suppose we’ll see about it one day.” She relaxes, and her body becomes light and bubbly as she speaks. I need to walk away before I get too comfortable around her. There is too much going on to figure out this attraction I’m feeling.
“Good. If you need anything, give me a call. Do you have my number?” I ask, wanting a reason for her to call me. Damn, I want her to come with me and present her tonight at my side. No one would dare question her place or consider her an option. That’s not possible for many reasons. I’m nearly five years older than her, her father would kill me for just claiming his daughter without his approval, and the most important one, she has to want me too.
“No, I don’t think I do.” She shakes her head as her pretty eyes squint. It almost feels like an insult because her number is in mine under “Princess.” I pull out my phone and search for her name, then hit dial. It rings in her pocket.
“You have my number?” The shock on her face is so adorable that I want to close the distance and touch her, but I can’t.
