Page 81 of Unforgettable
Follow the yellow brick road.
My pulse thrashed around like the wild night I envisioned of her and me in my bed. “You’re killing me. But before we make music together, I want to be sure your brain is clear. I don’t do half-assed in the bedroom. I want all of you, Haven.” I dragged my fingers along her cheek, up to her temple. “Including your attention. Now tell me what’s going on.”
She stiffened then let out a strained noise. “I caught my father mauling Beverly’s mom.”
Whoa!I wasn’t expecting that type of shit.
She flung herself onto the leather couch. Her purse bounced up and down.
I sat on the edge of the marble coffee table in between her legs. “An affair?”
“Not sure. But I found them in the kitchen one night at the beginning of summer during a dinner party. They were glued to each other while his wife and guests were in the dining room.”
The man had some balls. Regardless, I despised cheaters.
“Lorna Sims acted like she didn’t know you at the art festival.”
“She doesn’t. I wasn’t part of the dinner. I’d been up in my room. When I went down to get something to drink, I walked in, but when I saw them, I left before they noticed me. But I did confront my father later on. He brushed it off like it was no big deal.”
I braced my elbows on my knees. “So she’s his mistress?”
She propped her head against the couch. “Don’t know. Don’t care. Except I firmly believe that her daughters are spying on me.”
“Why? I get that your father doesn’t want us together. But what does that have to do with the Simses spying on you?”
Her head came forward. “Before school started, I made a deal with him. No sororities and no media attention. If I brought him bad press, he would stop paying my tuition and expenses. But the first night I met you, things changed. I believe either Tabitha or Beverly snapped that pic of you and me on your couch for my father. Because not long after I left your house, he had a photo of me on your lap. I believe the Simses want me gone so they can have you.”
“Bullshit.” I knew women wanted me, but fuck if they could force me into a relationship. Surely Beverly and Tabitha weren’t stupid enough to think I would date either of them.
You saw Beverly’s face when Haven said you two were dating. She was in your bed that morning.
Haven exhaled heavily. “I know I’m right. At first, I thought my dad wanted me to stay away from you because of your reputation as a ladies’ man. But I’m beginning to believe that he wants to please his mistress. And she wants me out of the picture so her daughters can have full access to you.”
A laugh rumbled free even though her idea didn’t seem too far-fetched. There were women in college who were looking to snag a man to marry, especially one who had a potential future in the NFL.
“Was that your father on the phone? Did something happen?”
She let out a nervous laugh. “It was him. My guess is Beverly’s mom told him we were dating.”
“Are we?” I teased. “I mean, we could if you want. I’m all for pissing off your old man.”
Her attention was on my bare chest. “You didn’t flinch when I told Beverly we were dating. How come?”
My hands slid up her thighs. “Honestly, I thought it was one of your wild stunts, like kissing me in front of a room full of people, or storming into my room and taking advantage of this hot body.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not hot.”
My hands glided farther up and under her dress. “Not a little?”
Her eyelids fluttered shut. “Nope.”
Her inner thighs were silky as my fingers danced their way to her happy spot until I was feeling her clit. I froze.
Her eyes flew open as she gave me a twisted smile.
“Do you ever wear panties?”Please don’t ever wear them.
Casually, she shrugged, batting her lashes. “Sometimes.”
