Page 29 of Resisting His Charm
Personally, I think she’s old enough to do whatever she wants. But I know her brothers and father, and there is no way in hell they’d want her in this club.
“Your little sister just disappeared around that corner,” I tell Esterio.
“Eliana? No fucking way!” He jumps up and over the top of the table. Without question or even knowing what he’s going after, Elias follows him.
“What was that about?” Alfie asks me.
“Eliana is here.” I laugh.
“Good. I hope she finds herself a nice fuckwit to date,” Alfie grunts.
“Don’t be bitter just because your sister married one of them.” I laugh at his disgusted face.
“There’s still time for Frankie to come to her senses,” he says.
My phone vibrates against my leg. Pulling the device out of my pocket, I can’t help the smile that comes over my face when I see a message from Poppy.
Poppy:
If I Google you, am I going to like what I see or not?
Me:
You thinking about me, Poppy?
Poppy:
My cousin says I should Google you. Why?
“You’ve got the look,” Hudson says, pointing a finger at my face.
I peer up at him. “What look?”
“The one they all get when it hits them.Lovesick.” He shakes his head at me. “Really? I thought you’d hold out longer.”
“I’m not lovesick,” I deny. “I’ve got shit to do.” Standing, I pick up my bottle of whiskey. “I’m keeping this.” No way am I leaving a one-thousand-dollar of De Bellis Cinque on the table.
Chapter Twelve
Ispent the day debating whether or not I should Google Sammie. And then I started questioning why I was bothering to even think about him. He’s not really coming back. At least, I’m not expecting him to. He got his second night.Igot a second night of the best sex of my life.
He’s ruined me. I know I’m never going to experience orgasms like that again. I mean, I’m not lucky enough to meetanyone with that kind of talent twice. That doesn’t mean I want a third night. No matter how much my vagina is begging for him to come back to town.
Which is how I ended up texting him. I knew as soon as I hit send that it was a bad idea, like feeding the beast. The smart thing would have been to delete and block his number. But when soul-shattering orgasms are involved, I can’t really be expected to be smart, right?
He hasn’t answered me, and now I’m more curious about what I’m going to find out if I do Google him. Is that how I want to know him, though? It’s probably better I don’t know anything else about him.
I’m pacing the small area of my living room when my phone starts playing out the song “Devil in Disguise” by Marino. Sammie told me he was the devil, and I’m starting to believe maybe he is, because no human can be that good. The song keeps playing, and when I don’t answer, it stops… only to start up again.
“Persistent little fucker, aren’t you?” I answer.
“We both know there is nothing little about me, Poppy.” His gravelly voice sends chills right through me. “Did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Google me?”
“No.”
