Page 30 of Darling Obsession
He glowers, and I can practically feel his brain processing this new information. I get the distinct feeling he doesn’t like not knowing everything.
Control freaks are like that.
“I’ve never met any of your siblings,” I try to reassure him, “except Damian, at Velvet, briefly. He might remember me. The turquoise hair is kind of memorable.”
His eyes move over my hair the way they did in his office; like his fingers are sifting through it.
“It’s fine,” he says tightly. “As I said, none of them have met Darla. As far as they know, I’ve been keeping you—her—a secret. Which will explain why I didn’t look at you when he saw me at Velvet, and you were there.”
“You did look at me, though.”
His eyes darken as they hold mine.
In response, blood courses through me, hot and fast. My skin prickles, and I take a deep breath.
Oh, boy. Iamlusting.
“If Damian recognizes you,” he says, diverting the subject, “I’ll handle it.”
“Okay.”
“My sister, Savannah, is my twin. She doesn’t like anyone I date. Don’t take it personally.”
“I mean, how could I? I’m not actually dating you.”
He doesn’t seem to appreciate my attempt to chill things out with humor.
“Graysen is the oldest. He’s a stickler for the rules, so he’ll be watching you.”
“What rules?”
“All of them.”
I swallow.
Am I really doing this?
“Any questions?” he asks.
So many.
“Yes.” I have one incredibly burning question, which he never really answered to my satisfaction. “Why me? I mean, there must be someone better for this role. Someone else who could play your lover more convincingly than I can. Someone else you can trust.”
“No,” he says darkly. “There isn’t.”
Could this man get any more intense?
If he doesn’t stop staring at me like that, and saying things like that, I’m going to get it all twisted, and start feeling flattered that he picked me.
“Well… can you tell me more about Darla? Like what does she do for a living?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It might help.”
“Just be yourself.”
“Is she like me?”
