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on us, curious, searching. I watched the way those girls acted around her. All smiles to her face, but then every time her back turned, they’d start whispering in huddles, their smiles turning mean and ugly. They think she’s beneath them. They can’t see that she’s a million miles out of their league.
    Or maybe they can, and that’s why they’re jealous.
    “I told you, Sloan. You’re worth waiting for.” I keep my voice just loud enough for our audience to hear, and I try not to enjoy it too much when a couple of those girls’ faces fall, their expressions souring into jealousy.
    Her cheeks flush again in that adorable way she has. “But I can’t . . . I mean, I’m busy tonight, so . . . ” She frowns at me. “I’m sorry you hung around all this time for nothing.”
    I reach my hand up to cup her cheek, and the moment our skin touches for the first time, the fire that erupts nearly knocks me off my feet. “It wasn’t for nothing,” I murmur, and she leans in closer to catch those words. I lean in too, and press my lips to hers, my hand still cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing the edge of her mouth as we kiss.
    She melts. That’s the only word for it. She melts against me, her soft, warm body relaxing against mine, so trusting, so full and gorgeous. I wrap my other arm around her waist, kissing her deeper. Her lips part, and I slip my tongue between them to twine around hers, savoring the honey-sweet taste of her mouth. Her hips dig into mine, and there’s no way she can’t feel my cock, hard as a rock, digging into her stomach.
    Her arms wind around me in reply, and I let my hand at her waist dip to her ass, fully aware of her coworkers’ gazes on us as I grip her ass hard, hoisting her against me, grinding my hips against hers. She gasps into my mouth when my cock hits the warm spot between her legs, and I slide back and forth, squeezing her ass to pin her in place, loving the way she squirms every time I pass over her clit.
    “Get a room!” one of the other waitresses finally shouts, and only then does she break our kiss, her eyes huge and stunned, locked on mine as she stumbles out of my grasp, back a few steps.
    “Have a good night, Sloan,” her manager says, his voice deeply amused, almost smug.
    “She will,” I answer for her, my gaze flashing to his, and any challenge in his eyes freezes at the sight of me. I can practically hear his tiny brain screaming at him, pointing out that he’s nearly a foot shorter than me, and about as thick as my left arm.
    Right on cue, he breaks eye contact and scurries toward his car, the gaggle of gawking girls fleeing in his wake, until soon enough, we’re the only two people who remain bathed in the pool of streetlights out in the diner parking lot.
    “I really can’t tonight,” she repeats, and this time there’s a definite note of sad regret in her tone.
    “Tomorrow then,” I reply without missing a beat. “Let’s do dinner somewhere. Do you like Chinese food?”
    Of course she does. I noticed the cartons in her trash, when I dug through that for clues before I came to the diner tonight. But I pretend to be delightfully surprised at the coincidence when her face splits into a huge grin.
    “It’s my favorite. How did you know?”
    “Lucky guess.” For a second I almost feel bad, with her huge, trusting eyes trained on mine, her lips still curved in that smile. “Can I pick you up at seven? Where do you live?”
    She gives me directions to the house I spent half the day scoping out, and the bad feeling worsens. She’s going to hate me, I think. If she figures out who I am. What I’m doing to her.
    Unless she never finds out , the darker corner of my mind points out. I need to find a way to keep her in the dark, to shield her from everything her jackass brother has gotten himself embroiled in, and protect her from the revenge that Aaron’s no doubt concocting against him.
    “It’s a date, Gage,” she’s saying now, and I