Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,76
her a pass for today,” Eros begs.
“If you need”—Ford wipes his mouth—“I can install cameras in your bedroom. Mom will be able to watch the action and give you pointers.”
Eros glares at him, then says, “Well, as much as we’d love to continue this torture, we’re leaving.”
“Why don’t you come this week to have dinner with us?” his mom suggests. “We’d love to see you one more time before we leave town, Liv.”
“That’d be lovely,” I answer as Eros says, “We’re going to be busy.”
“Wednesday it is,” his mom confirms.
He glances at me. “Don’t say I didn’t try to save you from them.”
We don’t leave until everyone hugs me. Nova asks if I can come to her birthday party next week.
“Of course she’ll be there,” Eros promises.
“That was…” I can’t find the words to describe what just happened in that house.
“Insane?” he asks, opening the passenger door for me.
“Your family is great,” I conclude.
“They can also be a handful,” he insists. “But I like them enough to stick around.”
As he enters the car, I say, “You adore them.”
He bobs his head in confirmation.
“I could see Dan getting along with them,” he says, turning on the engine. “While Otto is flustered because he doesn’t know how to react to all the inappropriate comments. Beatriz and Mom will get along well.”
“I can see that.” I frown. “You’ve thought about that?”
He nods. “I want us to create a new world. A place where our families come together.”
“But—”
“No.” He stops me. “Let’s not say anything hasty. Give me at least a week.”
“Can I—” He lifts his index finger and shakes his head. “What if I want to tell you that I’m ready to give us a real try? That I love you. You’re not letting me talk.”
He smiles at me and sighs.
“Either way, I don’t want to hear it,” he claims. “We’re going through this trial where I show you that we can be together. Where I sweep you off your feet and you fall in love with me.”
I want to tell him that I already love him. That I’ve loved him for a long time. That we shouldn’t waste another day.
“Listen, Liv. I want us to be sure about each other. Earlier, I told you how I feel about you, but I haven’t shown it to you. For all you know, I’m desperate because it’s obvious that I haven’t had sex since… your mom was sick. Or maybe you’re the one who wants to take advantage of me.” He narrows his gaze. “We know how needy you are when I’m around.”
“You wish,” I tease him.
“Oh, I do,” he confirms. “That’s the thing. I want this to be about us getting together because we want to spend the rest of our lives as soul mates. Not because we have a chemistry that’s off the charts.”
“So, we’re doing this?”
He nods. “What’s your schedule for the week?”
“I have work to do,” I remind him.
“What’s your schedule?”
“Tomorrow I have to be at the office. We have a meeting with all the branches—Dad will be there. On Tuesday, I have a cake tasting, a dress fitting, and a consultation. I don’t know what’s on Wednesday,” I answer. “How about you?”
“I have to be at the office for a couple of hours. Also, I’d love to bring you to the office. There are a few things I want to show you,” he says with so much excitement.
“Still trying to convince me to work for you?”
He reaches for my hand and squeezes it. “You can’t blame me for trying.”
When we arrive at my house, he walks me to my door.
“Thank you for letting us visit and for coming to meet my family,” he says, caressing my jaw with the back of his hand.
“It was interesting.”
He leans closer and kisses my cheek. “At what time do you want me to pick you up?”
“I have to work,” I remind him.
“At what time are you heading to the office?” he rephrases his question.
“At six thirty,” I respond. “Are you planning on waking up early and following me around?”
“Not like a stalker, but we’re spending the week together.”
A part of me wants to tell him to come inside. I’ve missed him, but I like this idea of doing this old school.
“Good night, Liv,” he places a kiss close to my ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Olivia
“Good morning,” Eros greets me when I open the door. He hands me a paper bag and a to-go mug.
“Poison?”
He grins. “Now, why would I be giving you poison?”