I could feel the heat rise from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I still didn’t speak.
He grinned and waved his hand in front of my face. “Did you hear what I said? You have a hot, voluptuous body, Mia, and I would never want you to lose any weight.”
“Oh, really? The word voluptuous means chubby!” I shouted at him.
He pulled out his phone. “According to thesaurus.com, the word voluptuous means: sensuous, sexy, desirable, enticing, erotic...you want me to keep going?”
“Yes. Because I’m pretty sure you will eventually get to the words like ample, curvy, busty, and fat!”
“Mia, angel, you are anything but fat,” he laughed.
“Laugh all you want, but I have to watch everything that goes in my mouth,” I answered.
“Really? I can think of something that won’t cause you any weight gain, and I’d be happy to watch it going in and out of your mouth.”
Holy crap!
He stood, and I instinctively sank back into the sofa. Oh, shit! He wouldn’t let me retreat. Before I knew it he was bent over me, cupping my chin in his palm. “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel? You said you wanted me to teach you everything I know about sex. We could start right now, right here, on the sofa.”
I never had time to answer him. Without warning, he kissed me, and his soft lips lingered on my lips for a few seconds. I moaned. God, I couldn’t resist him. The doorbell rang. Saved! I pushed his bulky frame off me as I ran to the door and opened it without even bothering to check who it was.
“Oh, my God! Milan, it’s you!” I hugged her, so happy to see her. She laughed and wrapped herself around me.
“What’s up, you had enough of living alone?”
I looked over at Zane; I was most definitely not alone. He was standing with his fists clenched at his sides. He looked angry; too bad. I was happy we had a distraction as things were moving way too fast. Grabbing Milan by the hand, I pulled her inside and shut the door.
“Oh, hi, Zane; I didn’t realise you were here. Is it your turn to check up on Mia? Who sent you, Max or Marco?” Milan asked him innocently.
Zane moved up close beside me, as if to show Milan I was very safe indeed. I tried to discreetly step away, but he only followed me.
“So, how’s the shoulder coming along?” Milan questioned him. “I get to work on you next time you come into the clinic, isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, great, Milan. I can’t wait. You’ll probably cause me even more pain.”
“Hey, that’s not fair! I think I’m a great physical therapist. However, if you give me grief about it, I may just make it hurt.” She flopped down on the couch and stole a swig of Zane’s beer. “You are here to check up on her, right? Or is it something else.” She eyed the both of us.
Before either one of us could answer her, Marco stormed through the door.
“He better be here to check up on her and not something else,” he warned in an angry voice.
Zane raised an eyebrow. “Damn, Marco, if I had known you and Milan were going to crash our little party, I would’ve taken Mia back to my place where we wouldn’t be interrupted.”
I turned and glared at him for insinuating we were an item. I could see the veins in Marco’s neck pulsating. Shit, he was angry. What a mess!
“Wow, I didn’t even know the two of you were dating,” Milan said. “You could have said something, you know; I am your friend. Oh, I bet Jada knows all about it.”
“I’m not dating him. Now, will the both of you just shut up! We were discussing a business thing, not pleasure.”
“We’ll see,” Zane replied, humour lacing his words.
I elbowed him in the ribs, but the bastard didn’t even flinch. “Do you have to be such a pain in the arse?”
His knowing grin had the palm of my hand itching to smack him across the head. “He was teasing me at work today, saying I was scared,” I explained.
Marco seemed to have calmed down a touch as he crossed his arms over his chest and said, “And going to this convention is going to prove you’re not?”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I growled.
“No, it isn’t complicated at all,” Zane inserted. “In fact, I think it’s pretty fucking simple.”
I stared daggers at him. Refusing to engage in yet more verbal warfare, I attempted to put the focus on Marco instead. “So, Marco, have you heard from Miccah this week?
“Yeah, I did actually,” he said. “He’ll be based in Iraq for the next six months and then he should come home for a bit of a stint. But I wouldn’t hold my breath. He’s said he’s coming home a few times now, and all it does is break Ma’s heart. I miss the little shit, but damn he’s such a hero.”