Page 19 of Resisting His Charm
“Two,” I reply, following her into the bar. My hand lands on her lower back.
“You probably shouldn’t touch me,” Poppy whispers under her breath as we walk inside.
Chapter Eight
Imight be having a hard time resisting his charms. Because, let’s face it, the man did give me the best orgasms I’ve ever had. And he’s hot, probably the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen in real life. None of that is going to matter, though. Not once my cousin Jaxson sees me with him.
Nope, I won’t have to resist Sammie’s charms because my cousin is going to scare him right out the door. Just like he hasevery other man who’s attempted to date me in this tiny-ass town.
“Do you not want me touching you, Poppy?” Sammie asks, leaning down into my ear.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s just, maybe for your own safety, you shouldn’t,” I tell him. “My cousins can be a little... feral when it comes to a guy showing interest in me.”
Sammie looks around the bar we’ve just walked into. “I think I can handle whatever your cowboy cousins dish out.”
“Okay, but I did warn you.”
Taking hold of his hand, I lead him over to a booth along the side wall. There’re some laminated menus on the table. When I slide into the booth, I expect Sammie to sit across from me. He doesn’t. Nope, he slides in right beside me, boxing me between him and the wall.
“You can sit there.” I point to the empty seat across from us.
“I like being next to you,” he says, picking up one of the menus. “What’s good here?”
“It’s all good,” I tell him.
Sammie turns his attention to me, dropping the menu. “Are you okay?” His hand lands on my bouncing knee under the table.
“Mhmm.” I nod, but I’m anxious. I know it’s only a matter of minutes before Jaxson walks over. I can feel his eyes on me already. I don’t turn around to look, though. Then again, it could be because everyone in this place is staring at Sammie, not that he seems to care one bit.
“You’re anxious. Why?”
“Everyone is staring,” I tell him.
“You should be used to people staring at you, Poppy. You’re fucking gorgeous. People like to stare at beautiful things,” he says so matter-of-factly.
“They’re looking at you.”
“The only person in this place I care to notice is you. Everyone else can stare. I don’t give a fuck. What do you want to eat?”
“You.” I smile at him. I can’t help it. I think I understand why Eve gave into the temptation of that apple now, because knowing I should be distancing myself from Sammie, I still can’t seem to stop myself from wanting him.
“Food first,” he says.
“Evening, Poppy. What can I get for y’all?” A waitress I went to school with stops at our table.
“Jessie, how have you been?” I ask her.
“Good. I’ve already called the sheriff, by the way,” she says.
This gets Sammie’s attention. His back straightens. “Why?”
“Because Poppy here has a herd of angsty cowboys over there just waiting to jump you, darlin', and I’d prefer to not spend my night mopping up blood from these floors,” Jessie explains.
Sammie turns around. “Which one is your cousin?”
“The blonde, black cowboy hat, shirt that has a KV logo on the right pocket,” I tell him. “Why?”
“Any other relatives hanging around?” he asks.
