Page 71 of Resisting His Charm
“Okay, how about we come up with a plan?”
“A plan? For what?”
“For us,” Sammie says. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you, no matter what happens. But I get that you need more time and you need proof that my family didn’t have anything to do with your mother’s death. And I need time to find you that proof.”
“You really believe that your uncle didn’t do it?” I ask him.
“I know he didn’t,” Sammie assures me.
I don’t know what to say. I want to be able to believe him. I really do, because I really am falling in love with him. It’s too soon, and probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and I will more than likely regret it for the rest of my life. Whatever heartbreak comes from this, it’s not one I’ll recover from.
“Fuck it.” I’ve been miserable this past week without him. Maybe there’s more to the ignorance thing my mom did than I thought. “Blissful ignorance,” I say aloud.
“What?”
“I’m choosing blissful ignorance. It’s what my mom used to say to my dad when he’d come home late, or he’d disappear for days. Blissful ignorance. It means I don’t need to know the details. I can choose to look the other way and just be happy,” I explain. “I want to be ignorant. I want to go back to before I knew Emmanuel Lopez was your uncle. I want to go back to where we were having fun and orgasms, lots of orgasms.”
“I should jump on this train of thought, the ignorance thing. But I can’t let you do that to yourself, Poppy.”
“You don’t get to decide what I do for myself,” I tell him.
“I want you to choose me, to choose us, knowing the truth and everything. I don’t want you to have to look the other way if I come home late or covered in someone else’s blood. I don’t want you to have to pretend I’m someone I’m not in order to be with me.”
“I know who you are, Sammie. And the fucked-up thing is I do still want you despite it. I know it doesn’t make sense. I hate someone for what happened to my mother, and yet I’m completely fine with the knowledge that you kill other people. People I don’t know. I should care. They’re someone’s family too, right?”
“Okay, like I said, I think we need a plan. Let’s agree to put a pause on the discussion ofusuntil after I find out what happened to your parents. You need closure, and until you get that, I don’t think you’re ever going to be able to let yourself be truly happy,” he says.
“What do we do?” I ask him.
“You come to Texas with me,” he says. He winces when he adds, “And my mom.”
Go to Texas with him and his mom? Just like that? “I’m supposed to be looking for a retail space. I need to set up a new spa.”
“I happen to know a guy who owns several retail spaces in a very prime location,” Sammie tells me.
“Who? And where?” I ask.
“Me, and along the Vegas Strip.”
“It’s a bit far from here. Not sure I can make the commute every day,” I tell him.
“We can talk about it after,” he says. “Pack a bag. You’re coming back to Texas.”
I smile. If I’m going to fully give into thisblissful ignorancething, then I’m going to get the benefits of it.
“Can I come right here first?” I spread my legs open as wide as they’ll go.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Poppy spreads her legs wide open. I can see how wet her panties are.
“I’ve never been a boyfriend before, Poppy, but I’m pretty sure it’s part of my duties to always make sure you come.” Unfolding my arms, I take the two steps to close the distance between us. My hands land on her upper thighs, fingers digginginto the smooth skin. “How would you like me to make you come?”
“What do you meanhow? You know how to do it, Sammie,” she says.
“You want me to use my tongue?” Leaning in, I lick up the side of her neck. “My fingers?” I trail my right hand up the inside of her thigh. “Or…” Gripping her ass, I pull her closer to the edge of the counter, making sure her core presses firmly against my hard cock. “My cock?”
“Well, a really good boyfriend would use all three,” she says. Her legs hook around my back.
