Page 11 of Billionaire's Sins
"The hot priest?" Summer places the cup of java back on the counter top, then walks over to a shelf near the refrigerator. She pulls out two boxes of cereal, pivots and takes a seat at the island. "Can’t talk about sexual frustration without sugar."
She slides the box of Froot Loops to me, then dips into the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Crunching down a mouthful, she leans forward, "So give."
I push away the cereal, pick up my cup of coffee. "Nothing to give."
"She’s attracted to Edward," Isla adds.
"Argh," I groan, "now I feel like a fool."
"Because he’s a priest?" Summer tilts her head.
"Umm, yeah?" I bury my nose in my cup. "Surely, it must be blasphemy or something to entertain thoughts of the sexual kind about a man dedicated to the Church?"
"I don’t blame you." Summer’s lips kick up at the corners. "That man makes me wanna go back to church."
"I bet there’s a line of women lining up to go to mass when he preaches." Isla chuckles.
"I’m first in line for communion." Summer nods.
"You’ll have to battle it out with me." Isla snorts.
"I’ll simply get in line twice." Summer laughs.
"I’ll be an altar server with nothing under my robes," Isla retorts.
"Wait… what?" My cheeks heat. "What the hell are you two going on about. Seriously?" I scowl at Isla. "Don’t talk about him that way, okay?”
"Ooh." Isla bats her eyelids. "Woman’s already getting possessive."
"I am not getting possessive." I grit my teeth. "I am simply stating that it’s wrong to talk about a priest in those terms."
"Oh, dear." Isla blinks. "Oh, dear."
"What?" I frown.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear." Isla shakes her head.
"What, what?" I stare at her. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you suddenly sound like someone from a Jane Austen novel?"
"Because you’re acting like one of the shy women who often appears in her stories?"
"I am not shy, and Jane Austen’s women were feisty heroines who could hold their own." I hunch my shoulders. " Also, it’s not all physical with him, okay? There’s something else going on here… Something I can’t put a finger on."
"You sense a connection with him," Summer scoops up more of her cereal. "And I’d be the first to say that’s not something you should dismiss."
"What do you mean?"
"How many men do you think you are going to meet in life with whom you have that kind of instant link?"
"I don’t know."
"Not many," she replies. "So, when you sense that kind of bond, you don’t let it go. Only—"
"Only he’s a priest?"
"There is that. And it’s Edward we’re talking about here. Everything I’ve heard about him from Sin, confirms to me that he’s focused on the Church and his path. I’ve heard the rest of the Seven talk about how he’d never turn from it."
"Shit." I squeeze my eyes shut. I knew it. I mean, of course, I did. After all, I am attracted to him. And what I know about him, so far, has confirmed to me that he doesn’t do anything by half measures. He is dedicated to the Church. No way, is he going to walk away. In fact, I shouldn’t even be thinking about him in this fashion.
