Page 87 of Game of Love
“Frankie tonight… Armand tomorrow.”
Armand in my house for a whole night. It hadn’t happened yet because Pa had him busy checking things out on the streets trying to find intel on the guys from the shootout. Tomorrow I’d have him to deal with though. There was no way that I would be able to sleep.
“Nah,” he stated, standing a little straighter. “I’m coming by tonight.”
Hope sparked within me. “Really?” I was going for subtle but I think that sounded more desperate than I wanted it to.
“Yes. I’ll make the arrangements. Maybe tomorrow too, although Armand may be a little bit more difficult to work around.”
“Xander, I don’t want Armand at my house.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel comfortable with him there. I just …” My shoulders slumped and I decided to say what I wanted to say. “I wish it was just you.”
“Don’t worry, I have various powers of persuasion.” He smirked.
“I noticed.” Yeah I’d call it powers of persuasion too in the sense that he basically got what he wanted.
I hoped he could do that with Pa for me.
“How about I cook you dinner tonight?” I bubbled. I would love to cook for him.
“You’re going to cook for me?” He seemed to like the idea.
“Hmmm hmmm. Is there anything special you want?”
“Yeah, but it’s best I don’t say it.” Another touch to my cheek told me he was talking about me. “Cook whatever you think I’ll like. I’m sure it will be perfect.”
“Thank you. Now that means I have to make sure it’s perfect. It will be nice to see you properly.”
“You too.” The jovial flame that lit up his eyes dimmed and that concern came back, along with desire.
My heartbeat slowed in anticipation as he smoothed his hand across my jaw and lowered to press his lips to mine.
It was an unexpected kiss. One I never thought he’d give me right out in the open for anyone to see.
Where we stood was off in the distance from everyone, but people could still see us. It wasn’t like we were hiding or he’d been discreet.
But, the kiss was just like him. I realized in my summary of Xander Cage as I tried to figure him out that he didn’t do anything he didn’t want to do, and he didn’t care what people thought either. He didn’t allow anyone, not even Pa to tell him what to do. He followed his own orders and he followed his own rules.
That was also the summary of this kiss now.
He was kissing me because he wanted to, and because he wanted me, and he didn’t care who saw.
It was in his eyes as he stepped away from me and pressed his lips together.
“Later,” he said and it sounded like a promise.
A promise my heart wanted.
Chapter 22
What could I say?
No to dinner?
No to her?
I couldn’t do it although I knew it was the logical thing to do if I were to focus on my actual job.
I was worried about her though.
