Page 13 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“Fuck you!” Zach bellowed, interrupting my spiraling thoughts. Then loud footsteps scurried up. “Keera!”
I flinched, my eyes bulging at Kyle.
He motioned for me to stay still and stood at the door, blocking it.
The wild footsteps approached this very room. “Get out of my way. I want to speak to Keera,” Zach mumbled. I was hoping Brandon was the one beating him here.
“She made it clear she doesn’t want to speak to you,” Kyle said. “Stop embarrassing yourself and everybody in this house.”
“Fuck you, too. This is my house. I’m free to embarrass myself in it all I want. Now get out of the fucking way.” Zach yanked Kyle aside with enough force his cousin almost fell down.
“You crazy bastard!” Kyle swore as Zach barged in.
My heart thrashed. The honey strings in Zach’s brown eyes flared as he stood a couple of inches away from me.
His next move was unpredictable. I should be bracing for the worst, but I found myself…calm, certain he wouldn’t hurt me. In fact, his fierce eyes weren’t alarming at all. They were intense yet warm. And his body, this half-naked rigid threat, wasn’t menacing at all. It was beautiful. Alluring.
The only thing scary about this man was his mouth, and it was opening.
“I’ll take you on that date.”
It took me a moment to register what he’s said. Then I blinked. Hard.
“Did you hear me?” he asked, his gaze holding mine captive.
“Yes,” I barely whispered.
“Good. Where do you wanna go?”
I shook my head, dazed. “I heard you, but I didn’t agree—”
“I’m taking you on a Valentine’s Day date!”
Should I yell back? Kick him out? I knew I should have, but I didn’t feel like doing either. Instead, I was genuinely laughing. This was the first time someone insisted on taking me out on a Valentine’s date—even offered. It felt so nice. Adorable. Heart-warming. Even if it was coming from a mad alpha like Zach.
Especially if it was coming from a mad alpha like Zach.
“Okay.” My lips twitched, unable to stop smiling.
“Okay?” Kyle asked in disbelief.
My head jerked toward him, and I saw Brandon was there, too, equally shocked.
“Yes.” I gazed back at Zach, my eyebrows shooting up so high it hurt. “Okay.”
His eyes flickered at my lips. “Where the fuck do you wanna go?”
“Stop swearing.” I lifted my chin. “I’d like you to take me dancing. Do you know how to dance?”
“Yes. I’m going to kiss you now.”
“What?! No,” I yelped.
“Yes.”
“Zach! She said NO!” someone yelled, but I was too distracted by the lips fanning my face to know which one.
Zach shrugged. “I’m going to do it anyway because I really think you want to kiss me, too. If I’m wrong, you can slap me.”
