ME: I hate that you know me this well.
AURELIA:
AURELIA:
ME: Sure, laugh it up, Chuckles.
AURELIA:
ME: Yeah, I get it. You’re amused. But could you take a moment to be helpful?
ME: How do I fix this?
AURELIA: You know exactly how to fix this.
ME: I really don’t.
AURELIA: You start by apologizing. Sincerely. No Mr. Smexy pants involved.
AURELIA: And then you grovel.
ME: That’s it? I apologize and ta-da, I’m forgiven?
AURELIA: No. There are no guarantees.
ME: Obviously.
AURELIA: But you have to apologize if you’ve been an ass. And, yes, there is a chance she’ll forgive you.
AURELIA: Because honestly, it’s really not that hard. Women want men who can admit when they’re wrong.
ME: I can do that.
AURELIA: Fuck yeah you can. Now GEAUX get her, Tiger.
ME: Please don’t.
chapter
seven
Caroline
I will admit to no one how wet my panties are right now. Not that anyone would ask, but good heavens, that man is a walking, talking sin.
I wasn’t very kind to him, but just being in the same room with him made my skin heat and feel too tight.
He’s disarmingly attractive. Yes, he’s definitely sexy, but he also has this boyish charm about him. Probably from the freckles. But then there was the tightly trimmed beard and those unusual green eyes. His face was a study in contradictions, yet still unbelievably handsome.
Admittedly, I don’t have a ton of experience with men, but I’ve never had anyone affect me this way. Especially that quickly. The heat coming off his body and the low-pitched growl of his suggestive words made me feel nearly feral with lust.
Which, I gotta be honest, is … new.
I don’t lose control. Ever.
Never in my life have I just been swept away with passion. At most I’ve been dusted with interest. No sweeping involved at all, let alone passion. But something tells me this man could sweep me away. Make me forget myself and dive head first into disaster.
So yeah, maybe I wasn’t terribly friendly to him, but he’s dangerous. Definitely someone I need to keep at arm’s length.