Falling for the Enemy(28)
“Your father and I are excited about this. We’re thinking a New Year wedding.”
Lexie’s words pulled her out of the fantasy, fast.
“Mom, what the hell are you talking about? No, I’m not marrying this creep. It’s bad enough I’m spending a couple of hours with him without supervision. I’m not marrying him.”
“Sweetie, he’s so right for you,” Lexie said.
June felt her temper rising by the second. How could her mother not see the truth?
“I’m not marrying him.”
Someone cleared his throat, and June turned to see Trey stood carrying a folder with him.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Trey said.
“Not at all. My daughter is being stupid. Trey, you’re a guy. What would you hate for your woman to do on a date?” Lexie asked.
Her day couldn’t get any worse. Lexie, her mother, was actually talking to the guy she was having sex with. Hot, dirty, sex, the best sex she’d ever had, but it was still sex.
“I’d hate for the woman I was seeing to sneak out early in the morning without saying goodbye,” Trey said, giving her a pointed look.
June looked away. That morning she’d freaked out. Every single time they’d been together, there had not been any real intimate moments. The first time hadn’t been all that great because she’d been freaking out about going to her parents’ for dinner. This morning it felt different. She felt different around him.
The crush she had on him for so long was starting to develop into something else, and she couldn’t allow that to happen. Trey Hunt was not in her future. He was her enemy. The enemy she liked to have sex with.
“You’re not the settling down kind of guy, Trey. I’m sure the woman didn’t want to be pushed away.” Lexie turned back to her. June saw the flash of hurt in his eyes. Her mother had dismissed him because of his reputation.
Feeling bad for him, she ignored her mother. “Are they for me to look at?”
“Yes. Molly said she was good to watch the shop.”
“Great.” Turning to her mother, she smiled. “I’ve got to go, Mom. It was nice seeing you, and I’ll tell you how the date went later.”
Walking back to her office, she felt Trey behind her. The door closed, and the lock slid into place.
“Do you think this guy is the one?” Trey asked.
June burst out laughing. “No. I hate him. I don’t like him at all. He’s using me to get in with his own family. I can’t stand him and want nothing to do with him.”
Shaking her head, June tried to contain the tears threatening to spill over. His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her back against him.
“I’ll be here all the time,” he said, whispering.
“It’s just sex.”
“I know, but it’s here all the same.”
She was disappointed. Her heart sank at his words. Why couldn’t she get her thoughts back on track?
Wiping under her eyes, she took a deep breath before turning around.
“What do you have to show me?” she asked.
“I’ve been working on some designs.”
Moving to the desk, she watched him open the folder. “Here is the tattoo now.” He lifted a picture of her back.
“When did you take this?” she asked.
“Last night. You were, erm, busy.”
“You took a picture of us fucking?”
“No, I took a picture of the tattoo. I have several designs I’ve been working on, and I want you to see which one you like.”
She noticed he kept hold of the picture as it was some kind of lifeline.
For the next thirty minutes she looked at several different pictures that expanded the tattoo on her back. She loved all of them.
“I really need for you to pick.”
“I can’t choose right now. Can I keep this folder and make my mind up later?” she asked.
“Sure.” His lips claimed hers, and June melted against him, moaning.
The kiss was soft yet passionate. She didn’t want it to end, but he pulled away first. “I’ll see you soon.”
She watched him walk out of the office. Her heart pounded inside her chest. Molly came to the office five minutes later.
“Something doesn’t smell too good.”
Cursing, June pulled the burnt cupcakes from the oven. “Shit.”
“You’re distracted. It’s not good to be distracted,” Molly said.
“I know. Crap, I can’t think. He’s messing with my head.”
Running her fingers through her hair, June let out a scream, hoping to clear her head.
“It’s good for you that I put the closed sign up on the shop. It’s been a week, June, and you’re a mess.” Molly rubbed her back.