Page 27 of For the Promise

I puff out my chest. “With me. Trust me. I clean up nice.”

Her gaze dips to my chest and she bites her bottom lip. My cock twitches. It wants to play with those pretty lips. Feel them surrounding it. It hardens and lengthens as visions of her on her knees in front of me flash through my mind.

“Do you have an outfit that doesn’t include a nerdy t-shirt?”

I draw a hand down my chest. “You don’t like my t-shirts?”

I’m playing with fire. This woman can’t be mine. She’s too tempting. She causes me to act out of character. My body’s reaction to her isn’t normal. I should leave well enough alone.

But I won’t. I will give her a weekend to remember. And afterwards we’ll go our separate ways. Again.

She wags the invitation at me. “The wedding is black tie.”

“It’s a good thing I own a tuxedo.”

Her eyes widen. I could drown in those light brown eyes. The deep gold reminds me of a smoky whiskey. I do love a good smoky whiskey.

“You own a tuxedo?”

“My brother’s a billionaire.”

“And you’re a millionaire.”

I’m not sure if she’s asking, but I nod. The distillery is doing extremely well. I refuse to be ashamed about having money. Not after how we struggled after Dad abandoned us.

“Okay,” she gives in. “We’ll go to the wedding.”

I reach for my phone. “I’ll reserve a chalet for the weekend.”

She places a hand on my wrist to stop me. “We don’t need a chalet for the weekend. We live on the island. We can go home after the wedding.”

I smirk. “But if we stay in a chalet for the weekend, it’ll give us a better chance to rub our relationship in Alan’s face.”

“I never knew you were this devious.”

“Have you met my brothers? I wouldn’t survive in the Raider family without being a little devious.”

She grins. “I like this side of you.”

“The matter is settled. We’ll stay in a chalet next weekend for the wedding.”

“Can’t we book a room?” Her nose wrinkles. “The chalets are super expensive.”

I kiss her adorable nose. “I’m paying.”

“You are not paying.”

“I’m your husband. I’m paying.”

“Jaxon,” she growls. It’s cute. I have to bite my tongue before I laugh at how cute she is. Somehow, I don’t think she’d appreciate me laughing at her.

“Blossom.”

“Seriously, Jaxon. I don’t care how much money you have. You’re not spending it on a chalet at this fancy schmancy resort because of me.”

“Why not because of you?”

“Duh.” She rolls her eyes. “You don’t like me.”

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