Page 14 of Aidan (The Doherty Mafia)
Leah was startled to see me, and she stood up with a jerk.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed, coming over.
I glanced at her mother who didn’t move in her sleep. I gritted my teeth at my own bad luck.
“I came to pay my respects,” I replied.
Leah rolled her eyes.
“No, you have come to spy on me. You wanted to check to see if I was telling the truth about my mom’s illness. Have you come to interrogate her? A sick woman who could pass away any moment?”
Leah’s voice was snappy even though she tried keeping it low. Her eyes dripped fury. She was ready to hack my head if she could.
She wasn’t wrong about anything she said. I did come to spy on her, and now I felt guilty about it.
She wasn’t lying. Mrs. Michaels was clearly gravely ill.
I breathed in deeply and glanced at her mother again.
“I came here because I knew this was where I’d find you. I thought we could talk some more.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. Her big luscious breasts that I wanted to lick. Fuck. My cock woke up again. In the most inappropriate place!
She really shouldn’t have had the buttons on her shirt all the way open so I could see her cleavage.
“Last night it didn’t seem like you wanted to talk to me at all. The only thing you’re interested in is accusing me of things you think you know about me.”
She threw a look at her mother to check if she was awake. She was not. Still fast asleep.
“I want to make it up to you for my bad behavior. I want to take you out.”
“What?” Leah was confused.
“Dinner. I thought we could go to dinner somewhere.”
“You—Aidan Doherty, want to take me to dinner somewhere?”
I waited for her answer. I could see her clearly racking her brain for the catch. She didn’t think it could be as simple as that.
It wasn’t.
I wanted to figure out what was going on behind the scenes, and at the same time, I wanted to be close to her too. It was fucked up.
“Fine, okay, let’s go. She’s going to sleep now anyway,” Leah said.
Leah stood beside my bike, staring at it like she had never seen anything like it before.
“You kept it,” she remarked after a while.
I held my hand out to her and helped her up on it.
“Not everything in my life is a temporary phase,” I said, getting on my seat.
I could feel her glaring into the back of my skull.
I kicked the bike to life and reluctantly, she wrapped her arms around me. We were stuck together now. I could feel her shape moulded to my back. It was sexy as fuck and my cock throbbed in my pants.
My desire for her wasn’t going anywhere.
It was like—no matter what she did, I still wanted her.
I hated myself for it. For not having self control around her.
We rode in silence to the restaurant I had in mind. I felt her soft breaths falling on my shoulder as she clung to me. Her hair flapped in the wind behind me.
Leah had always been a little suspicious of the bike—maybe even a little afraid, but she was too proud to admit it. Even now.
Leah would never admit she was afraid of trying something and I was glad to see that part of her still existed.
I parked outside the restaurant and helped her off.
“This doesn’t seem like the kind of place you hang out at,” she commented, looking up at the establishment.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but diners were more my style. This was a fashionable bistro where my brothers and I never ate at. But I had a feeling Leah would like it. She had always found the enormous portion sizes at diners to be a little grotesque.
“Never been here before,” I admitted as we walked together to the door.
Leah stopped and turned to me.
“So you picked this place to impress me?” She smiled and it was like a slap across the face.
She had the same beaming innocent smile I had fallen in love with. The same smile that kept me awake at night. Seeing her smile was only going to make things harder and more complicated.
Why was I doing this? Why did I invite her here?
What did I hope to achieve other than spending some time with her?
Leah was a smart girl and whatever secrets she was hiding—she wasn’t just going to trip on them and let them slide—over one dinner.
No. What I really needed to do was build her trust so that slowly I could figure out what was really going on.
She continued smiling when we went in and was shown to our table by the window.
One thing I figured by now was that she didn’t have a problem being seen with me.
