Page 27 of Resisting His Charm
“Besides giving me the best sex I’ve ever had in my life? Oh, and let’s not forget the part where he listens when I talk, seems to think women have autonomy, and isn’t one of thoseI’m the man, you do as I tell youkind of assholes.” I’m blabbering and both of my cousins are staring at me. “What the hell are you both smiling about?”
“You like him,” Jaxson says. “Good, so do I. He’s good for you, Poppy.”
“You don’t know him,” I grumble.
“He stuck up for you. No other guy has ever done that. They all run. This one stayed and fought. He also stopped bothering with me the minute he thought you were in danger.” Jaxson shrugs.
“Seriously? That’s all it takes? He stands up for me? Argh, you’re an idiot,” I groan.
“Who is he?” Joel asks.
“Who is who?” This comes from the youngest Kestral brother.
“Popp’s got herself a boyfriend,” Joel says.
“No shit, and we’re allowing this?” Jaggar asks.
“Yes. Neither of you is saying shit to this one. He’s coming to Thursday dinner,” Jaxson announces.
I smile. “He just left to go back to Vegas. He’s not coming back.” I turn and stomp towards the front door.
“He’ll be back. Oh and, Poppy, you should probably Google your boyfriend’s name. I did a little digging last night. Interesting family he comes from,” Jaxson calls out to my retreating back.
I stop but don’t acknowledge him. I am not Googling Sammie Russo Junior. I won’t need to. I won’t hear from him again. He wanted a second night and he got it.
Chapter Eleven
Thirty-five hours. That’s how long I have until I’m back on the jet on my way to her. There hasn’t been a minute since I left where I haven’t been thinking about her. I can still taste her, hear her moans of pleasure. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want her.
I thoughtone more night. That’s all I’d need to get her out of my system. Then I woke up with a hard fucking dick that wantedto get straight back inside her again. It’s not just her pussy, though. There’s something else that draws me to her.
She’s easy to be around, to talk to, and she doesn’t look at me like a meal ticket she’s waiting to lock down. Which is exactly how the women in Vegas look at me. I get the feeling Poppy would be more than happy to never see me again, or at least it would suit how she wants to feel. There’s no denying the way her body responds to my touch, the way she begs and pleads me to fill her.
The sound of tapping heels against my marble floors has me snapping out of my own head. I know that walk. My mother. She obviously wants to make an entrance. The only time you know she’s about to walk into a room is if she wants you to know.
“Sammie, you look tired,” she says, entering my office. I chose to work from home today, because my mother is right. I am fucking tired.
“Didn’t sleep much. How are you?” I stand, walk around my desk, and kiss my mother’s cheek.
“Well, my son was out gallivanting in Texas so I didn’t sleep much either,” she says.
I chuckle. “I was not gallivanting. I took a woman out for dinner.”
“How is Poppy?” Mom sits with a smirk on her face. I didn’t tell her anything about who I was with, especially not her name. I’m not surprised she knows, though.
“Did you follow me to Texas?” I raise a curious brow. “That’s a bit much, Ma.”
“I didn’t follow you. I have other ways of finding out what my children are up to,” she says.
“You want coffee?”
“No, I can’t stay. I just came to give you this.” Reaching into her oversized purse, my mother retrieves a manila folder and places it on my desk.
“What is it?”
“Everything there is to know about Poppy Kestral.” She smiles as she nudges the folder towards me.
I push it back. “I’m not reading that. If she wants me to know something, she’ll tell me.”
