Page 33 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Exactly like a date. Because that’s what it is.” When she continued to stare down at me without blinking, I wondered if I’d moved too fast. Sex was one thing, but was she ready for the nonphysical part of what I ached for? “Unless you don’t want to go on a date with me. Maybe you want me to be your secret daddy,” I teased to hide my nervousness at her lack of response.

She closed her mouth with a snap and swallowed hard. “I…” She swiped her tongue over her ripe bottom lip. “I want what you want. Dates. Secrets. I don’t care.I just want you.”

Those last words came out in a whisper so low I almost didn’t hear her, but as soon as they reached my ears, I jerked her down onto my lap and ravished her mouth.

Hearing some of the others leaving for lunch pulled me back before I started tearing off her skirt. Lifting my head, I pressed a kiss to her forehead in an attempt to calm myself and hopefully get blood flow back to my brain.

I wanted everything with her. But she was already feeling pressure from her brother and, I suspected, from her mom as well.

What the fuck was I going to do if her family tried to get between us? I’d take whatever they wanted to throw at me, because fuck, being with Samara was worth it.

But what if I wasn’t worth it—worthy—to her?

Deciding none of that mattered because I’d make myself worthy, I gave her another quick kiss. “We’re going on a date, Sammy.”

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

samara

Carefully placingeverything in my bag, I tossed the straps over my shoulder and picked up my phone. Only three missed calls from Mom was a new daily low. Hoping that was a sign she was calming down—eye roll—I hit the light on my way out of my office, shutting the door behind me.

“Hey, boss man,” I called as I peeked into Elias’s office. He was leaning forward over his drafting table, a serious, focused pucker to his brow, the sleeves of his gray dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and the top three buttons undone.

Hot.

But I nearly melted on the spot when he lifted his eyes to give me his attention. “I’m cutting out early. Got a hot date tonight.”

His lips lifted into a tease of a smile when I waggled my brows. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Sexy older guy. Biker. Going to teach me to play pool.” I leaned against the doorframe. “Maybe I’ll give it up to him afterward.”

“Sounds to me like that’s one lucky bastard.”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep from giggling like a stupid little girl. “I need to doll myself up. See you Monday.”

“Samara.” His deep voice stopped me when I turned to go. “Don’t speed. And wear jeans. I want you on the back of my bike tonight.”

Breathless with excitement, I looked at him over my shoulder. “Later, boss man.”

Crystal was on the phone when I passed the reception desk, shockingly working even with Jos out of the office. I felt her glare all the way to my car. It was more than an hour before the office closed for the weekend, but I was too excited about my date with Elias to even attempt to work.

As soon as I got home, I jumped into the shower. It wasn’t my first date—there’d been a time when I’d actually tried to fight my obsession for Elias—but this was the only one that mattered.

Taking my time getting ready, I dried my hair and paid extra attention to my makeup. It was just dinner at Aggie’s and then drinks and pool at Hannigans’—nothing out of the ordinary for most of the citizens of Creswell Springs.

But this was different.

Elias Reid was taking me on a date.

I pulled on my favorite jeans, the ones that made my ass look just right. As I examined it in my floor-length mirror, I determined that my ass looked just as good as Miss Green Scrubs’ had that morning.

A pair of black ankle boots, a top that only hinted at cleavage but would be more distracting when I was bent over to shoot pool later, and a leather jacket completed my outfit.

I heard Elias knock, and I picked up my phone. Seeing the texts from my mom, I was about to slip it into my pocket when the words registered.

Mom: There’s been some chatter. Watch your back.

I clenched my jaw as I debated calling or just continuing to ignore her. She could have legitimately had reason for concern, but this just as easily could be a new tactic to get me to talk to her. With my mother, I wasn’t sure.

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