Page 90 of Café Diablo

He smiles, rubbing his slick, glitter-covered fingers together in the light.

“Patience, Oliva.”

I moan angrily. The last thing I want is to be is patient right now.

“I do have something for you.”

He leans forward and kisses my knee, making me think he’s going to trail those wicked lips down the inside of my thigh to where I’m aching, but instead it’s completely chaste. He follows the gesture by walking away, leaving me spread on his balcony table as he heads through the balcony doors and into his condo.

“Edwin?!” I lift up onto my elbows. I’m seriously spread eagle and glittering and he’s walking out? “What are you doing?”

“Patience,” I hear him call from somewhere beyond the window.

Was dumping glitter all over my pussy too much? I thought it was silly and fun, but maybe this was one step too far into crazy town for him.

“Edwin?” I snap my legs together and sit up on the table, lightheaded and turned on, not sure what to think about the fact that he didn’t devour me—edible glitter and all.

“Oh, no no—” Edwin admonishes, returning to the balcony to find me no longer an open bar for him to feast upon. “I said patience. I did not say to close up shop.”

He stalks to the end of the table, grabs both of my knees and pries them indecently open again. I narrow my eyes at him as he bares me to sun, making me ache at his dominance. The whole time his eyes are laser focused on my shimmering tulip.

“I fucking hate glitter,” he snarls. “But if you’re going to test me in the glitter department, then trust me, I’m going to show you up!”

I’m so hot and delirious, I don’t really know what that means. Other than, I hope he’s about to pull his pants down and start pole dancing inside my disco.

“Then show me up, you bad boy,” I prod. “Show me just how much glitter pisses you off!”

“I was going to save this for later,” he says, staring down at me with a steely frown. “But if we’re going to have a glitter competition—well, you know how much I like to win.”

“If by win, Mr. Voss, you mean gloat and pound me into—what the fuck is that?”

Between my legs—

Between my god-damn glitter dusted legs—

On the edge of the table—

Edwin has just put down a little black box.

Yes,thatkind of little black box!

My whole body turns hot and cold and then to jelly, because he gets down on one knee and opens the little box between my legs to reveal the biggest fucking diamond I’ve ever seen.

“Holy fucking shit!” I snap, completely in shock. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m just adding more glitter to the pot,” he says calmly. That angry frown that was on his face is gone, replaced by the biggest smile in the history of mankind. “Olivia Reese, I love you with all—”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I hiss. “You can’t do this! Not like this!” I motion to my open legs.

“Olivia Reese,this—” He motions to my provocative stance and the insanity of this entire situation. “Is exactly why I am in love with you. You are the most crazy, beautiful, insane, and perfect woman I have ever known. Even showered in glitter.”

He nods to my pussy and I’m burning hot red.

This is not happening.

He isnotproposing to me. Not like this!

“I can’t imagine anyone else I want to go on this crazy adventure called life with than you—tarts n’ all. And like your grandma said, when you know, it hits you like a bolt of lightning and then you have to buy a big diamond. And I’m sure that Grandma would approve that I’m proposing in the middle of the boom-boom.”

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