Page 36 of Resisting His Charm
“You like the city better? Why not move there?”
“My business is here. My friends and family are here.”
“What if there was something in the city for you? Would you move?” Sammie asks.
“Possibly, but that thing would have to be one hell of a reason to move.” I smirk. I really don’t like this line of questioning. We’ve had two nights together. Why is he asking if I’d move to the city? “You ready? I’m actually excited to meet your sister. It will be good to not be the only female at the dinner table for once.”
I’m lying. I’m nervous as hell to meet his sister. I can tell by the way he talks about her that she’s really important to him and they’re close. If she doesn’t like me, she’s going to tell him and then I’m never going to see him again.
Wait… isn’t that what I want? No. And yes. I hate my brain right now. I hate that I’m so fucked up from my parents that I can’t just live in the moment and enjoy whatever ride this is.
“You look like you’re stressed the fuck out, Poppy. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine. Let’s get out of here before I change my mind and send you packing,” I tell him.
“If you send me packing, you’re going to miss out on those orgasms I was planning on giving you later tonight.” He smirks as his eyes travel up and down my body. And damn it, my thighs squeeze together on their own. My pussy tingles at the memory of how good he works it.
“Fine. But just so you know, I’m only keeping you around for those orgasms. Nothing else.” I open the door to my treatment room and storm into my office with Sammie laughing behind me.
“I’ll take it,” he says, standing at the doorway again.
I pick up my bag and keys. “You want to follow me?”
“I’m coming with you,” he says.
“You don’t have a car and a driver waiting outside for you?” I raise a brow at him.
“Nope.” He shakes his head.
“Cool. And just so you know, I’m driving. You’re not driving my car.”
“Okay?” he questions.
“You don’t care that a woman is going to drive?”
“You got a license?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then why would I care if you drove?”
“Most men would.” I shrug.
“I think the guys you’re hanging around are fucking insecure assholes, Poppy. You really should reevaluate your taste in men.”
“Yeah, I probably should.” I tap a hand to his chest as I walk past him. He follows close behind me. “But not tonight. Tonight, I want those orgasms,” I call out over a shoulder.
Chapter Fifteen
By the time Poppy stops the car in the driveway of the house I’ve rented for the weekend, I’ve completely changed my mind about letting her drive. She’s fucking insane. “I don’t know what cereal box you got your driver’s license out of, but from now on, I’m driving.”
“I’m a perfectly safe driver and have never been in an accident that was my fault,” Poppy replies.
“You’ve been in accidents?”
“Not ones that were my fault,” she repeats.
“Right. Do me a favor and try to stay out of accidents. I happen to really enjoy this body of yours. I’d like to keep it in one piece,” I tell her. “Also, if my sister asks, you don’t have any horses.”
