I shrug and hold up my thumb and forefinger, “Maybe a little.”He chuckles. “Then, yes, I miss you.” I smile, and he reaches out and pokes my side gently when I don’t slap his hand away like he’s used too he drops his hand to his side, a little frown on his face. He sighs a moment later and runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m really burnt out, and you’re always so good at distracting me, so I thought we could do something?”I frown, “Do what?”“Something fun.” He suggests with a shrug, and I bite my lip. I have been avoiding him lately, maybe doing something fun together might be good for us both.“Uh, sure. What do you have in mind?” I question as we walk toward his car. Cole winks and smiles at me mischievously.“You’ll see.” I nod, and we get into the car. We made small talk on the journey to wherever he was taking me. “Oh,

‘Come on,…come on. Please, please let me win.’Shayla and I both stood still watching the ball go round and round and round before it drops. We lean over and stare at the number before we look at each other. “Yes!” I exclaim, holding my club up over my head. Shayla stares at the number for a long moment before she looks at me. I reach over and take hold of her chin and tilt her head up. “Pucker up baby, these lips are mine for the week,” I say gazing into her green eyes, and she pulls her head back sulking.“Cole, come on, you can’t be serious about this.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. I laugh and nod animated.“Oh, but I am. If the shoe were on the other foot and you won, you would have made me end the agreement, wouldn’t you?” I ask smirking at her smugly. She rolls her eyes and sighs.“Fine, no tongue.”I frown, “No. No, no, it’s

I press my forehead to hers and smile, “What can I say I’m just full of surprises.” I answer, using her own words on her and she grins, shaking her head. Much to my dismay, the song comes to an end the crowd disperses. Shayla pulls away brushing her fingers through her hair and looks up at me.“So, we have one last thing we have to do then we can go.” She says while I follow her as she navigates through the crowd. We walk over to the another, and I groan. I’m honestly so full I can’t eat anymore.“More food?” I ask her, and she smiles up at me as we queue up.“This is dessert, and you won’t be sorry after you eat it, I promise.” I nod, and she steps up and tells the girl at the stand her order. She’s given a cup full of something I couldn’t even tell you what, drizzled with some sort of syrup. “Come on.” I follow her, and we walk over to the banks overlooking the rive

“Such a tease.” He mumbles, closing the door and following me to the elevator. I lean against the wall as we wait for it to arrive. Cole stands beside me, and I can feel his gaze on me as I stare up at the numbers showing what floor the elevator was on. I really hate this stupid magnetic pull I have to this man. I tell my brain one thing, and it does the complete opposite. I kept telling myself not to look at him, because I know if I do, and our eyes meet he’s going to know he’s affecting me. Damn my brain to hell, because I look up at him and he smiles licking his full lips. He’s so beautiful. I want to cry. Our eyes linger on one another until the elevator dings, and I avert my gaze and straighten waiting for the doors to open so I can walk in.I stand at the back of the elevator. Cole walks in after me and pushes the button to the underground car park. He leans on the wall beside me, his hands in his pockets, his arm brushes mine, and I feel g

Goddamn. I was on the verge of losing my mind. When I walked into that bedroom and saw Shayla all dressed up in that sexy silver dress, I felt like my soul was on fire. I was worried they would overdo everything and turn her into one of those girls that slap the makeup on as their lives depended on it, but they didn’t. She had the bare minimum on, and I was thankful because, damn she’s naturally so beautiful, she would outshine every woman in the room even without make-up on. And the dress, a simple yet classy, backless silver, satin gown that hugs her natural curves perfectly. All my life, I went for girls that had long legs, blonde hair, and a slender frame. That was my type until I met her.I have a severe case of tunnel vision. I can’t see anything but Shayla. I’m fixated. I don’t know how I’ll make it through this party without dragging her off to one of the bedrooms, slipping her out of that satin dress, and making her mine.Th