Page 50 of Play With Me
Colton meets my gaze, his lips twitching up, and then he reaches out and brings Maya’s hand to his lips, kissing her softly.
That makes me fucking angry. He shouldn’t be kissing my sister.
But he does it to aggravate me, to prove a point.
I watch as they make their way over to me, and when my sister plops down in her chair and tucks her chin into her hands, I find myself sighing. Nothing I can do about this now.
She has a front-row seat to this drama.
“Witkoff, nice to see you here,” Colton says lowly, his hand falling on the back of my chair.
“She knows,” I murmur, my face flaming.
“Ah, I figured.”
“He really can’t keep anything from me,” Maya says. “He’s an open book.”
“Is that so? Well, in that case, why did you sneak off this morning?”
His hand lands on the back of my neck, and I shiver.
“Had to go to the gym.”
“We could have gone together.”
I shake my head, refusing to look at Maya, who is squirming in her seat, completely enraptured by this exchange. She’s never gonna let me live this down.
“No, didn’t wanna wake you.”
He pulls a chair from an empty table next to us and lowers himself into it, the food he bought settled on his lap.
“You should have woken me. I had plans for you.”
That makes me sputter, and I have no words when his hand lands on my thigh. Nothing inappropriate, but it gives me all sorts of ideas. His hand on my dick, his mouth on me. On my lips. My ass.
Oh god.
Not in front of Maya.
“I’m so glad you showed up, Colton,” Maya says. “This is wonderful.”
“Yeah, I’m glad I was craving Cuban. I thought this guy snuck off to meet a girl for lunch. Happy to find out it’s his sister.”
“I’m the best sister. I have two more if you ever want to meet them.”
Colton’s lips quirk up. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“How about this weekend?” Maya suggests, and I sink lower in my seat, wanting to slide out the door in a puddle.
“Can’t. Have a family commitment.”
Thankfully, Maya doesn’t blurt out what I just told her about his family and the conspiracy around it. She does have some tact.
“Shoot, another time then?”
“Definitely.”
“You’re not meeting my family,” I tell Colton, and something passes through his eyes. Hurt. It makes my chest constrict.
