Page 42 of Obsessed with my Temptation

Especially when he made me feel like this. All torn in knots on the inside, a bit dizzy, like I’d inhaled helium, when I watched him sitting opposite me in a booth at a diner, looking all delicious, intense and just a bit bad, with his wet hair pushed back after a boxing session.

It’s not a date.

“Dressed up all cute for me, didn’t you?” Travis said, a growing smirk on his face.

I felt my neck heat. “I just threw something on.”

“Right.” He definitely didn’t believe me. And he shouldn’t. I was wearing a tight-fitting sweatshirt the same shade as his eyes and my best-fitting jeans for this. Travis wasalsowearing jeans, but they were paired up with a white t-shirt that hugged his every muscle, his boxer build making the sleeves tighten around his biceps.

I really liked his biceps.

And his chest.

And the wide line of his shoulders.

You’re so obsessed.

I was.

“Do you always end your training this late?” I asked.

“Yep, sometimes more.” Travis opened a menu and considered his options. “I’ll have to start going at it harder now that I’m done with the cupcakes and my competition is coming up.”

Right, I knew about that. There was this big competition coming, another charity affair and apparently, some big-deal people from the boxing world would be there.

“You want to go pro, then?”

Travis hesitated for a moment before he said, “Wantis a strong word.”

My brows furrowed. “You don’t want to, then.”

“I’mfinegoing pro. I’ll do my share of years, and then I’ll find something else.”

From what I knew, being a pro boxer and making a living was kind of difficult, but Travis was very sure that he could make it—which I believed, with how people talked about him.

The fact that he was soblaséabout it made me think there was more to it.

“Why not do something else now, though?”

Travis and I didn’t talk much about his career or mine, but we had started talking about other things, which was why I didn’t feel weird asking about it.

“Because I have something to prove,” Travis said, closing his menu and pinning his gray eyes on me. “And once I have, I’ll figure something out.”

I wanted to ask more about it, but a waitress came to our table.

“Oh, hi Scott! I wasn’t expecting to see you here! And you’re with…” she trailed off, her smile wavering when she saw Travis.

“A friend,” I said, feeling tingly on the inside. “How are you, Stacey?”

It was her I’d danced with that first night Travis and I interacted. I’d almostsleptwith her—only there had been no almost, because no part of me had actually wanted to.

I’d been deep in denial, but the only person in my mind had been Travis. The one I’d actually wanted.

We made some small talk, with Travis looking all menacing and intense toward her, and when she took our order, he smiled at her with the most threatening grin I’d seen to date.

I should have been annoyed or bothered by it, since he was making a big deal of this and we were trying to keep things secret. But I definitely wasn’t. A layer of warmth filled my chest, and I kicked Travis lightly under the table when he kept glaring at her after she’d left.

“Stop looking at her like that.”

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