Page 11 of Tempted By the Taurus
Ten minutes later, I was parking my car next to his. A'Mylo drove like a bat out of hell, and I had trouble keeping up with him on the road.
Once he was out of his car, he came to mine and opened my car door for me.
"You sure drive fast," I declared when I was out of the car.
He laughed and closed my door. "My fault. I hate traffic in the evening. The cars act like they don't know what they want to do, so I show them." He reached for my hand, and I put it in his. "I hope this is okay."
"It's fine."
A'Mylo held the door open for me, and we walked inside the bar. Once he secured a table for us, we waited for a server to take our order. It didn't take long, and for that I was grateful.
"Why are you acting like you're shy?" A'Mylo asked, reaching for a napkin to wipe his mouth. "From the way you were swaying your hips earlier, you were trying to tell me something."
My hands covered my face as I groaned. "Oh my goshhh!"
He laughed. "I told you before. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. You thought you were doing something, but I got your ass. It's all good. You have some nice hips." He playfully winked.
My cheeks burned.How in the hell did he know what I was doing?I reached for the Long Island iced tea and took a long gulp of it. I hoped the alcohol helped me through the night. A'Mylo was a different breed and wasn't what I expected.
"Please stop."
He threw his hands up and cackled. "My bad. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm glad you came, though. You could have ditched me and gone home."
I scoffed with a roll of my eyes. "Now you tell me."
"And if you had done that, I would have shown up at your job." He reached for a wing and bit into it.
"Are you always like this?"
He lifted an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Demanding as hell. It makes me wonder what’s your sign?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Hmm, now you want to know. I’m a Taurus. That’s why I’m not afraid to go after what I want.”
“Oh gosh. No wonder you’re demanding. It's that Taurus in you."
He only smiled. "Nah, I don't think so. I mean, I go after what I want. If I want something, I want it right then. I'm not the type to wait around for anything."
That was a good way of thinking. He had me there. "And what if you can't get it when you want it?"
He snorted. "Oh, best believe I'm getting whatever the hell I want. What about you? You don't get everything you want?"
I half-shrugged. "If I can't get it when I want it, I have to realize it's not meant for me."
He shook his head. "That's the wrong way to think. I'm a go-getter. Whatever I want is meant for me."
A'Mylo reached for another wing and bit into it. My stomach protested, letting me know I hadn't eaten since lunch. While he ate, I watched as his eyes bounced all around the bar before he reached for his bottle of beer to wash down the chicken.
I grabbed a wing from the basket and dipped it in the ranch dressing before I took a bite out of it.
"I was wondering when you were going to stop acting cute and eat," he joked.
I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever. I'm nervous," I admitted.
A'Mylo frowned. "Why? You've seen me three times already — well, four now. No need for that. I won't bite unless you want me to."
I dipped my head and chewed slowly. "You're too much."
