Page 91 of Torrid Passion
I blink a few times.
This time it’s really her.
Kyla.
She’s accompanied by her parents and her brother Keller.
Holy shit.
I can’t believe this.
Talk about being at the right place at the right time.
I’m completely taken aback by her beauty.
She’s radiant.
I’m fully aware her parents are staring right at me. That’s the only reason I don’t undress her with my eyes. Don’t think I don’t catch a quick glimpse at that sexy-as-fuck dress she’s wearing. The soft pink color against her skin is indescribably hot. Don’t get me started on that slit. That’s a blatant invitation for misbehaving if ever I’ve seen one. In my shock, I make the mistake of dropping my gaze to her feet.
Damn.
Those gold heels will be the star feature tonight when I rub one out thinking of her.
My eyes travel back to her angelic face. Her hair is pulled back, revealing her striking features. Already my fingers are itching to fuck up her perfect do.
She’s breathtaking. It wouldn’t take me much to drop to my knees and worship her.
Her father waves me over.
I acknowledge him.
“Mr. O’Keeffe,” I say, approaching him.
“Loki,” the imposing man with silver hair says patting my back. “Your mother has a strong hold on you. After so many years, you still refuse to call me Kieran.”
“I can’t,” I confess. “Mom has it programmed into my psyche since I was in the cradle with hours of subliminal messages,” I chuckle. “Not to mention, the woman has superpowers. Thanks to her bionic ears, she’d come running from across the building to slap me up against the head.”
He laughs.
I shift my gaze to the woman standing next to Kieran O’Keeffe. “Mrs. O’Keeffe, how are you?”
“I’m good, Loki. It’s good to see you again,” she says. “I guess I can’t wrestle a Paloma out of you?”
“Not a chance,” I laugh.
“Your mom did a phenomenal job,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say. “Your silver dress is stunning on you.”
Kyla is a near carbon copy of her beautiful mother.
“You’re full of compliments,” she smiles.
“I only speak the truth,” I quip.
“Well, thank you,” she beams.
“Hey, Keller,” I say holding out my hand to the tall guy standing next to Kyla’s mom.
