Page 76 of It's About Time
“Really? Then why are you here?”
“Is it a problem that I’m here?”
“I mean, no but…”
“Well, I did need to confirm that you’re good for dinner with my parents this Friday, and you weren’t answering your phone, so…”
One of her brows lift. “It’s crazy. There are these things called voicemails and text messages. I would have responded eventually.”
Sighing, I say, “Look, I guess I just wanted to check on you. Is that a crime?”
Her scowl softens. “Okay…”
“And Fletcher said that I should take this more seriously, so…”
“Oh, so you’re here because Fletcher told you to be. Got it.” She moves to walk away from me, but I reach out and gently grab her arm, spinning her into my chest. “What the…”
I place a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Can you just shut up long enough for me to finish a goddamn sentence, woman?” Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t say anything. “Thank you. Now, as I was saying, Fletcher reminded me that I need to take this more seriously, and part of doing that is checking on you, communicating with you, and sharing shit with you so that we’re on the same page.Got it?” Her eyes widen, but she nods. Having her this close, I can feel her bare breasts pressed against my chest, separated by nothing but her thin tank top and my dress shirt. With her overalls hanging loose at her waist, it’s not nearly enough to keep me from wondering what she might feel like without those layers between us.
“Good girl.” I drag my finger down her mouth slowly, drawing the tip of it across her bottom lip as her mouth parts slightly. My eyes can’t focus on anything else but the sight of her red lips under my touch, which only make my dick throb in my pants even harder.
Fuck. What is this woman doing to me?
“Elliot?”
“Yes, Dilynne?” I ask, my gaze still fixed on her mouth.
“You can let me go now.” Her words wash over me like a cold shower, snapping me back to reality as I release my grip on her upper arm and take a step back, giving her my back as I reach down and adjust my cock in my slacks.
Fuck.
“So, about dinner…”
I clear my throat, trying to remember what the fuck I came here for in the first place as I turn back to face her. “Yes?”
“What time on Friday?”
“Uh, six.”
She nods. “Okay. I’ll be there.”
“I’ll pick you up.”
“Why can’t I just meet you at your parents’ house?”
“It would look odd if we showed up separately, don’t you think?”
She hums. “Right. Sorry, it’s just…”
“Hard to remember what it’s like being in a relationship?” I finish for her.
She huffs out a laugh before heading over to the bucket seats resting on the ground beside the car. “Uh, yeah. You could say that. Although seeing Vinnie at the press junket brought back a bunch of shit from our relationship I’d rather forget.”
A twinge of jealousy squeezes the center of my chest. “You saw him?”
Her eyes meet mine again. “Well, yeah. He was there for press stuff too. I was hoping to avoid him, but…” She inhales deeply and then mutters, “No such luck.”
“What happened?”
