She barely knew Sam Waters. But
she knew that something sizzled between them in a way she’d never felt. And it
was so good, so tempting, that she almost wanted to throw everything else she
knew out the window and straddle his lap.
But she couldn’t afford to think
that way. She had to be on her guard with Sam, or he would end up taking
advantage of her father. She knew the look her father got in his eyes when he
was talking with Sam. He saw potential in him, and he would pull Sam up by his
bootstraps until he became everything Gregory Hopewell wanted him to be.
“Come here, baby,” Princeton
slurred as he pulled her roughly against him. Aston had to rise part of the way
out of her chair in order to keep her arm in its socket.
“Hey, Prince,” Ashley warned. “Be
easy. You’re hurting Aston’s arm.”
Sam’s head snapped around at
Ashley’s declaration. His gaze locked
on Aston’s arm where Princeton’s hand squeezed. Sam’s eyes narrowed and he
glanced at her face. She deciphered the look in his eye almost as if she’d known
him all her life and could read his mind. He was asking her if she was okay.
No one ever checked with her to
see if she was okay. Everyone just always assumed that she was. A strange heat
saturated her chest cavity, squeezing her heart so hard in its cage that she
winced against the ache.
She nodded, just a slight tilt,
hoping he understood it meant to stay where he was. He scrutinized her and
Princeton, his body tense. But he didn’t come toward them.
“Get off me, Prince,” she said.
She grabbed Princeton’s hand and pried his fingers off her arm. He only
replaced it with his entire right arm draped across her shoulders. He pulled
her face toward his with his left hand.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he
said. “Kiss me.”
“No!” Aston exclaimed. “You’re
trashed, Prince. Get off. I think you’re done for the night.”
Sam stood up quickly, causing
panic to course through Aston. Part of her, the part way deep down inside that
she tried to keep hidden, glowed at the prospect of Sam inserting himself in
the middle of her and Princeton. But the rational part of her won.
It always did.
About the Author
Diana Gardin is a wife of one and a mom of two. Writing is her second full time job to that, and she loves it! Diana writes contemporary romance in the Young Adult and New Adult categories. She's also a former Elementary school teacher. She loves steak, sugar cookies, and Coke and hates working out.
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