With shaking fingers, I turn the key and crank the ignition. When I rev the engine, I figure there’s no way it’s running with more RPMs than my libido is at this very moment. If Cash doesn’t cool it, I’ll be sitting in a puddle within the hour.
M. LeightonSmart and hot. Dammit.
M. LeightonI feel like I’m going to an execution.
Of my heart and my trust maybe.
And that’s pretty much right.
I guess they’re right when they say, “Never say never.” I said I would never beg. That’s laughable. It’s only Wednesday and I’ve already lost count of how many times I’ve called Olivia. I should be embarrassed.
But I’m not.
I’m desperate. More and more every day. I’m desperate not to lose her. But I don’t know what to do next. I hate to go to her house and force her to talk to me. But I will. At this point, I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do for her. To see her. To talk to her. To touch her and taste her again.
Oh damn, this ain’t good!
Her mouth drops open in disbelief. “Your dad tried to blackmail the mob? Has he never seen The Godfather?
M. LeightonI hit the red END button on the phone. The word itself mocks me. Have I really destroyed any chance to be with Olivia? Do I really care if I have?
The answers are: I don’t know and yes. In that order.
Believe me, Nash, I can do what any of the other girls can do, no problem.”
Well, that might not be entirely true. But I’ll be damned if I’ll ever admit it!
Then you won’t have any problems. With your looks and personality, you’ll kill ‘em.
M. LeightonHe looks exotic. Maybe Hawaiian or Cuban. He has light caramel skin, jet black hair and eyes to match. And the smile he turns on me? Holy shit.
What is this? The land of misfit models?
Damn! Beautiful and funny. I can’t wait to see what else you’re hiding behind that sexy smile.
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