Page 55 of Dirty Hot Valentine
“Wow. It’s like we’re going to Prom.” She giggled, climbing into the limo.
I swallowed my anger as I saw how happy she was. “Did you like going to yours?”
“Uh, I’ve never gone to mine. Have you?”
“Hell no. Not my thing.” I settled next to her as the driver shut the door. “Why did you miss yours?”
She frowned, her eyes dark abruptly. “I… Sylvia, you know mymotherhad just left us then, and…my fucking boyfriend at the time was… He tried to… This is not the right time for this story.” Her fingers twined with mine, squeezing.
Murderous thoughts banged my skull at the idea of some douche hurting Cammie in any way, and the way she was talking made me think of the worst. Fury raptured inside me and forced me to not let the conversation slide. “Give me a name.”
“What?”
“The name of that fucker. What did he try to do?”
She blinked. “Dusty, chill. That was years ago. He was just a boy.”
“Cameron!” Pressure pounded my head. “Did he touch you?”
Her frown deepened. “Nothing happened,” she said slowly and firmly. “I broke up with him, and after graduation I never saw him again. End of story. Now, I’d like to enjoy this Valentine’s with you. Can we not ruin tonight with this crazy testosterone frenzy please?”
I’d been planning this night for weeks for her. The surprise. The money for the gifts. The hotel. The party. Everything. The last thing I wanted was to fuck it up. I couldn’t help feeling all that rage when I found out someone, anyone, had hurt her, though. “I’ll drop it now, but you have to promise to tell me all about it later.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
I squeezed her hand gently and then kissed it. She gave me a small smile, and the car stopped. Looking through the tinted window, I realized we arrived at the club.
Her eyes lit again as she saw the blue neon lights of the Tempo. We climbed out of the limo, and she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. “This is my favorite place in town. How did you know?”
Seeing she was no longer upset warmed my heart. “I have connections.”
“Of course. Ash.” She glanced up at me, her eyes wide. “Did she know you were coming on Valentine’s all along?”
“Nah. She just helped me out when I asked her. She’s the one who told me you liked rubies, too,” I said. “You know it’s a shame I had to know these things from your friend. I figured out I don’t know so much about you after all this time.”
She chuckled and stuck her hand out. “Cameron Delaney. Cal Poly. Senior year. I study engineering. Nice to meet you.”
I laughed and took her hand in mine, shaking my head, leading her inside the club.
After I gave my name to the hostess, she guided us to our reserved booth and gave us long, fancy leather menus.
Cammie moved her head with the music as her eyes scanned the food items. “They have a new list for tonight. The Strip Me Down sounds delicious.”
“You got it, sweetheart.”
We laughed together, and then I kissed her cherry lips. Her hand touched my knee and glided up my thigh and back to my ass.
This wild desire she ignited in me every time she touched me was impossible to contain. My lips mashed against hers with raw passion. The force of my grip on her body made her moan. My cock strained against my pants.
A little cough came from behind, jolting me from the intensity of the moment. “Excuse me, Sir?”
Cammie pulled away, pressing her swollen lips as she looked at the woman who dared interrupted us and the flowers in her hands.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss,” the waitress said, handing Cammie the bouquet.
Shit. I’d totally forgotten about those. I’d called the club and arranged for a large bouquet of red and white roses, a box of chocolate and champagne, and asked them to serve them when we arrived.
“Wow. They’re very beautiful. Thank you.” Cammie took the bouquet, staring at me. “Never thoughtyouwould get me flowers.”
