Page 34 of Resisting His Charm
“We have dinner plans with Jaxson, remember?” Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers. My palm cups the back of her head as I deepen the kiss. Poppy melts into my touch and I do nothing to keep it PG. When I do pull away, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are kiss swollen.
“You good here, Poppy? I take it you know this guy?” Fred asks her.
“Yeah, I know him. I’m good. Thanks, Fred. I’ll see you Saturday.” Poppy smiles, and he moves around me and walks out of the building. “What the hell was that?” She pushes at my chest.
“What?”
“That.What you just did. Why on earth do you feel the need to claim me? Are you that insecure?” Her voice gets louder with each word, and fuck me, is she hotter the angrier she gets.
“I’m not insecure. I just want to make it clear that you and me, we’re fucking exclusive, Poppy. I told you I don’t share and that includes dancing.”
“Yeah, you can kiss yourexclusivebullshit and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. You and I had sex twice. Get over it and stop being this weird fucking stage-five clinger.”
“It was more than twice. But sure, let’s say I am a stage-five clinger. I can always step that up to a stage ten. I can always get way clingier,” I warn. “And weareexclusive.”
“No, we are fun. That’s it. Fun.”
“Sure, exclusive fun,” I counter.
“Kellie, order me a dictionary from Amazon. This idiot needs one so he can look up the definition ofnoanddreaming, because he’s dreaming right now,” Poppy calls out.
“I’m staying out of this.” Kellie puts her hands in the air and walks backwards down a hallway.
“Argh, you are impossible. You’re a spoiled child, aren’t you? I bet your parents never saidnoto you.”
“My parents always gave me whatever I wanted.” I smirk.
Chapter Fourteen
He’s a spoiled little shit. Seriously, this is what happens when parents don’t say no to their kids. You end up with Sammie Russo Junior—the guy does not want to take no from me. Either that or he’s delusional and living in Sammie Land where everything is how he wants it to be all the time.
“You are impossible,” I groan.
“But you like me anyway.” He shrugs.
“Your ego is also heavily inflated. I’m guessing your mother tells you that you’re perfect too?”
“She does actually, and she’d be right. Are you really going to stand there and tell me your parents never told you that you’re perfect? Because I think you’re pretty fucking perfect, Poppy.”
I blink. The topic of my parents isn’t one I want to discuss. “I need to lock up, and then we can go, but be warned: dinner with my cousins isn’t fun.”
“You’ll be there, which means it will be fun,” Sammie retorts.
“Whatever. Wait here.” I turn around and walk back into my treatment room. Of course, Sammie doesn’t wait. Nope, he follows me.
“You have a lot of male clients?” he asks, leaning against the door.
“Yes.”
“What do they come in for?”
“Eyebrows mostly. I started shaping Jaxson’s when I was practicing, and then all of his friends noticed and wanted manicured eyebrows,” I explain. “You should try it. Your eyebrows could use some maintenance. You’re not as perfect as you think you are, you know.”
Sammie pushes off the doorframe. “Okay, fix them then,” he says, lying himself down on my treatment bed.
“You want me to fix your eyebrows?”
“Well, you see, there’s this girl I like, and I don’t want her to have any reason to think I’m not perfect. So, yes, fix them.”
