Page 52 of Waiting for Acceptance
Yeah, fuck this conversation.
When we finally make it to baggage claim I pull the Dodgers hat from my bag and put it on.
“Wow.” I look over at Lauren, who has a perplexed look on her face.
“What?”
“Are you like…trying to disguise yourself or is this a fashion choice?” I frown at her.
“I can’t tell which answer will get me into less trouble, honestly.”
She laughs and crosses her arms. “No, I like it. I’ve just literally never seen you wear a hat in Nashville.”
I shrug. “You’ve never really seen me out of the office.” She hums her agreement. “Come here.” I tilt my head, beckoning her over to me. She gives me a curious glance, then takes a small step towards me, giving me the chance to whisper, “My dad’s partner is over there.”
Her eyes widen. “What do I do?” she asks nervously.
“Relax, Trouble. Just follow my lead and act like you don’t hate my guts.” She rolls her eyes like I was hoping she would, and I grab her face with both hands, letting my fingers rest along her neck as my thumbs caress her cheeks. “What did I tell you about rolling those eyes at me?”
Her hands come up to grab my arms, rubbing them lazily as her eyes bore into my soul. “You said you’d show me better ways to make them roll.”
Fuck.I guess I forgot who I was playing this game with—a vixen who doesn’t back down. I spin her around, pulling her back flush with my front, wrapping my arms around her, and dropping my lips to her ear. To anyone watching we look like any other couple in love, and not two people wound so tight they would probably cause an atomic-sized explosion in the middle of this airport if they just gave into their feelings. I hear her gasp when she feels my length press into her back and I smirk.
“You’d do well to remember that.” I must catch Frank’s eye because he gives me a surprised look before starting toward us. I take the opportunity to whisper one last thing in her ear before he makes it to us. “You’re driving me fucking crazy already, Trouble.”
“Fitz!” I keep my grip on Lauren firm, not wanting her to move and expose justhowfucking crazy she’s driven me.
“Frank. Good to see you.” I shake his hand, seeing his eyes fall to Lauren. “This is my girlfriend, Lauren. Lauren, this is Frank. A close family friend and Dad’s business partner.”Frank’s eyes widen in surprise and he does an atrocious job of trying to cover it.
“Oh, Lauren. Of course. Nice to finally meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Frank. Fitz has told me so much about you.” She rests her head back on my shoulder and I feel my heart stutter.
“Well, you can’t believe everything you hear, right?” He laughs nervously and it’s becoming more awkward by the minute.
“We can’t wait to catch up with you more this weekend, but we better grab our bags and get going. So great to meet you, though.”
“Of course, you as well.” Just like that, Frank leaves.
Well, she made that quick and painless.
“You’re magic.” The statement rolls bluntly off my lips.
“What do you mean?” she laughs.
“I have never been able to have that short of a conversation with anyone. Not without feeling like an asshole for cutting them off.”
“Oh. Must be part of my charm. Casual misery and short conversations.” She smirks up at me before pressing her ass gently into my groin, making my eyes flare.
“Just checking to see if it’s safe to move yet.” I glare at her. “All good. Frank must have scared him off.” She walks over to the conveyor belt of luggage and taps, very loudly, on hers. “This one is mine.” Then she stands like a perfect little statue waiting for me to get it for her.
How does she make being obedient seem so defiant? Like she’s looking for any reason to press my buttons. Payback for all the ways I’ve pressed hers over the last seven months, maybe?
“Look alive, babe. I’m starving.” My dick twitches at the nickname as my stomach growls at the idea of food. I grab herbag, then find mine and we’re in a car headed to my place ten minutes later.
“Tour now or later?” I ask as I unlock the door to my apartment.
“I will literally die if I don’t eat something in the next twenty minutes. Later is fine. I’m sure you have a standard bachelor pad or maybe a fake plant in the corner or something. I’d rather you show me this pizza place you want to get married, or buried in. Probably both with the way you went on about the cheese.”
