Page 13 of Cream Pie

Amy rolls her eyes. “Eighteen, relax.”

I stare at her and she glares back at me.

“What, you want my ID?”

“Do you have it on you?”

She rolls her eyes again. “I’m a freshman at college. I’m eighteen.”

I let out a slow breath of relief while at the same time cursing myself for being so fucking reckless last night. I mean she’s fucking beautiful, but she did look young last night. Thank fucking God she’s not that young.

“Would it have stopped you if I wasn’t?” she throws at me.

“Easy,” I growl.

She grins saucily, and I feel the fire roar inside of me. Fuck, she’s a wildcat, this one.

“So, now what,” I mutter.

“Well now we go out there and tell my dad!”

I stare at her.

“I’m kidding, obviously. Now we go out there and keep our fucking mouths shut. Because I doubt my dad would be thrilled about me screwing his secretary.”

I growl lowly, my jaw grinding. Little brat.

“I’m not his secretary.”

“Whatever you say. And I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s—with sleeping with me.”

“Yeah, I somehow doubt that too,” I grunt.

“So, we just met here at the wedding. That’s our story?”

I nod. “Exactly.”

“And last night ever happened.”

I nod, but the heat pulses through me. I move closer to her, my eyes locking with hers. “But it did,” I growl.

“Yeah,” she breaths. “It did.”

I move even closer, so close that we’re almost touching, and Amy’s breath catches.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I growl, my eyes burning into hers as raw desire burns through me like diesel fuel. “Just being polite and saying hi, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she breathes.

I swear I’m about to reach out and grab her, and kiss her, and rip that fucking dress off of he right here, damn the consequences. But just then, her phone rings in her bag. She lets out a small breath of air, her cheeks red as she quickly pulls away from me and takes it out of her clutch. She looks at it and swears.

“Shit,” she mutters. “Fuck, we’re needed for the wedding party pictures.”

“Right, yeah, let’s get—” But suddenly, I freeze. Suddenly, something she said a second ago that tripped me for a moment but that I then forgot comes rushing back to the forefront of my mind.

“Whatever you say. And I know he wouldn’t be cool with you taking his daughter’s—with sleeping with me.”

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