Page 83 of Rock Me All Night
"Want to bet?"
"Maybe."
His eyes find mine. "Your parents will love me."
"You're cocky." But it's possible he's right. He's a Stanford graduate. He's charming. He's handsome. Except for the tattoos, he looks like a perfectly nice boy.
Miles laughs. "You know they will."
"But how do you know?"
"Cause I know you." He runs his fingertips over my tank top. "And I know Orange County parents. Where do yours live?"
"Newport Beach."
"Spoiled rich girl." He shakes his head in mock outrage.
"Yeah, and your Malibu mansion is just a place to hang your hat?"
He nods. "When's the last time you saw them?"
"You're trying to make me forget you and Tom were whispering secrets."
"It was nothing. When's the last time you saw your parents?"
It wasn't nothing. There's tension in Miles's face. His brow is furrowed. His shoulders are tight.
He's upset. This is a big secret. Do I trust him enough to let it go?
I'm not sure.
I stare back into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Haven't seen them since the day I left for school."
"They miss you? Beg you to visit?"
"All the time."
"Offer to come up for lunch or dinner?"
"They come up all the time. I make excuses."
"Tell me next time. I'll come with you. As your boyfriend."
"You want to meet my parents?"
He traces the neckline of my top. "I'll keep them off your back."
His voice is heavy with need, but I'm not sure if he's desperate for me or for the end of this conversation.
I need to think.
I press my lips to his. Damn, his lips are soft. I can feel the kiss all the way to my toes. It isn't helping me think.
"Excuse me." I take a step backwards. "Bathroom."
He nods.
There's something in his eyes, something I can't place. I turn and make my way down the stairs.
