AvaHe’s back.I feel silly for even noticing, but after the night before, I haven’t expected him to come back again. He’s gone out of his way to see me, and the realization fills me with butterflies despite my best intentions. Liam drops into a seat at the end of the bar—the same one he’d been in the night before—and I try not to grin. I continue serving the patrons, my heart doing a little dance inside my chest as I steal glances in his direction.“You’re being obvious,” Ben teases on his way to the door, and I roll my eyes.“I am not!” He grins when I glare at him.Ben is the biggest man I’ve ever seen, and I don’t know why he likes to play security for me every once in a while. The owners don't usually care to pay for more than just me and the cook, but every once in a while, Ben comes in to keep an eye on things for us if something big is happening.I don’t even think they pay him, honestly.Tonight, the clubhouse where we do karaoke is rented out for a bachelor p
AvaI’m off today, and the luxury of a free day stretches ahead of me like an inviting haven. After a leisurely morning of warm sunlight filtering through my curtains and the gentle rustle of leaves outside, I decide to take advantage of this rare moment to catch up with Emma. She's busy packing for her upcoming trip, and honestly, I’m going to miss her while she’s gone. It's not like I won't be checking up on her while she’s gone, but it's times like now I wish I had more friends. She's jetting off to Colorado with her boyfriend for a week-long skiing escapade.I find myself envying her freedom to take these trips whenever she wants. It’s not as if I’d grown up dirt poor, but we definitely didn’t make enough money to take off on a trip to Colorado. One year, when I was a kid, we’d made a trip to Virginia to see some family, but that was the only major vacation I can recall having taken.“Hey, Ava!” Emma’s voice chimes as she drags her suitcase out of her bedroom and eyes it s
*Ava*Liam’s fingertips edge up under my shirt and every inch of skin he touches burns like fire. We stop the kiss briefly, staring intensely into each other’s eyes, realizing at the same time we are wearing far too many clothes.I raise my arms deliberately and Liam peels my t-shirt off. His eyes zero in on my breasts – I hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath my lounge clothes – and my nipples peak under his gaze.“Jesus,” Liam breathes, and palmes my breasts, sending wave after wave of sensation through my body as he thumbs my nipples.“G-Glad I could help you find him,” I moan, fumbling with the front of his pants.Liam chuckles, then groaned as my hand found his big, hard dick inside silk boxers. I stroke him, all the while grinding against his thigh with need.Then we’re on the floor. Liam rolls up his fancy jacket and puts it behind my head, wrinkling thousands of dollars worth of Armani for my comfort. Obviously, he didn’t care, and neither did I.We both fumble wit
*Ava*My bed shifts, and suddenly I don't feel as warm. I scootch over to Liam’s side, only to find him gone.I sit up quickly and see him dressing. Feeling self-conscious, and wondering if a day and night of rocking good sex has finally gotten me out of his system, I pulled the covers up over my chest, pinning them under my arms.Liam turns around and gives me a goofy grin, and I smile back, feeling relieved. I have nothing to worry about. He is still just as into me as I am him. “Sorry, darling. I don't mean to wake you.”“You left me all cold,” I reply with a dramatic pout.Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Liam cups my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. “I know, sweetheart, but I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up. You looked so angelic in your sleep.”“Not much of an angel when I’m awake, huh?” I tease.“Not hardly,” Liam rumbles, kissing me again, this time with enough passion to make my toes curl. “No, you’re my little wildcat.”“Right back at you, tiger,” I laugh.
*Liam*In truth, I don't want any man putting their hands on what is mine. But if we are going to keep our cover with my daughter, then I have to find someone suitable for Ava. Someone Emma wouldn’t think to question me about.Hence, James Kincaid. As a business competitor, Emma wouldn’t even have the slightest inkling I had anything to do with setting them up. This would keep us well under the radar, which is exactly what Ava wants. And, if I am honest, what I want as well.I could fantasize all I want to about parading Ava around on my arm during the day and then filling my nights fucking that luscious body, but ultimately, I don't want to hurt my daughter any more than Ava does.Though I am loath to speak with him, I pick up the phone and call James.“Liam, it’s been an age,” James says after his assistant puts him through.“James.” I sound terse. I clear my throat and try to take on a more friendly tone. “I heard you are in the market for some arm candy. It turns out, a
*Ava*I wonder just how many of Emma’s dresses are curve-hugging the way the last two have been, because, once again, I’m wearing a perfectly form-fitting dress, this time in burgundy. It has a low-cut V in the front that plunges between and past my breasts, yet still manages to stay classy.As I apply my make-up, all kinds of misgivings wash over me. James clearly has a taste for gorgeous women. I saw it online. Am I really going to be able to measure up to his standards?I fluff my blonde hair, leaving the long locks loose today, falling around my shoulders in gentle waves. A matching clutch purse and borrowed stiletto heels complete the look.My opinion is that I look pretty good, but who knows what someone rich and famous like James is going to think?To bolster my confidence, I walk over to the kitchen and run a fingertip over the soft petals of one of the two dozen roses Liam sent me. The card still made me laugh.A buzz let me know someone is waiting downstairs. I sw
*Ava*“Now you’re just being mean,” I complain, poking him in the arm.“What?” Liam asks, his fingers stilling halfway up my thigh. The delicate fabric of Emma’s dress is pushed almost up to my hips now. I want his fingers to keep going, which almost frustrates me more than his attitude.“Calling it a date,” I remind him. “That’s mean.”“It wasn’t a date?” Liam replies.“Was it with you?” I ask.Liam frowns. “No.”I splay my hand across his wide chest, slipping my fingers between the buttons of his shirt. “Then it wasn’t a date.”“I like the way you think,” Liam murmurs, kissing my neck as his hand moved up my thigh once more. He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls them aside, then brushes his thumb over my clit.“Mm!” I gasp, clinging to him already.“What do you call it, then?” Liam whispers in my ear.“Executing our plan,” I moan as Liam teases two fingers inside me. “So Emma has some explanation of where I’m getting the money from.”At the mention of Emma
*Ava*“So, what time are we studying today?” Noah asks on the phone the moment after I say hi.“Because otherwise, I have no idea how I’m going to pass this damn final.”I find myself smiling and shaking my head at his words. Noah’s no idiot. He’s much smarter than he gives himself credit for. After all, he’s always had my back through the years, and we’ve managed to get this far together. Studying with him sounds like a great idea. It’ll make sure that I’ve gone over the material and feel ready for this final.I look over at the clock, thinking. “How about we do it in a few hours? Come over, and we can set up in my room to get ourselves organized.”“You’re a lifesaver!” Noah booms. I can hear his smile coming through the phone. “Awesome, thank you, Ava. I’ll be over soon.”I shake my head again but hang up the phone before laughing. He’s a good friend to me, and I genuinely don’t know where I’d be without his help. It’s the least I can do to study with him before this s