Tony
Pepper’s edgy on the way back to the Bellissimo and I know why. She remembered I’m the guy holding her t**s to the fire right now. I’m the guy she’s supposed to be afraid of.
I would do well to remember that, too.
Because I was just about on the verge of promising I’d never let anyone hurt her. Which isn’t an oath I can make.
Even knowing I need to get space from this girl, she rides my senses the whole drive home. Her crisp apple and cucumber scent fills my car, her perfect little body keeps drawing my eyes and I long to do or say anything to see that unguarded smile she tosses out far too infrequently.
The glances she steals tell me the attraction’s still there for her, too. Hell, the s*x we had yesterday in that airport bathroom was off the charts hot. I’d be lying if I said I
