Giving her a look of hurt, I asked, “Done what with?”
She motioned around with her hands and laughed. “This, Malcolm! This is incredible, and not to be cheesy or make you think I’m looking for something more here, but this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”
When I looked back up at her, I couldn’t help but be taken aback by the light in her eyes. I found myself wanting to make her this happy every day, but at the same time I was bothered by the fact no other guy had taken the time to romance her.
Jesus H. Christ. Where in the hell did that come from?
“How many girls have you taken up on a rooftop and swooned them like this?”
“That’s easy to answer. None. Well, actually one. You.”
Her smile faded slightly as her eyes turned darker and she wrapped her arms around her legs and whispered, “Oh.”
“I’m not much of a romance kind of guy.”
She lifted a single eyebrow and gave me a disbelieving look. “I would love to see what you think would be romantic.”
Handing her the plate with the sandwich, homemade chips and fresh fruit, I looked up and thought about it.
“Holy crap. Did Janet make all of this?” She held up a chip.
“Yep.”
Her mouth slacked open as she said, “You better give her a damn good thank you!”
I nodded. “Don’t worry, I’m booking their trip Monday.”
Paislie took a bite and practically melted on the spot. “Oh. My. Goodness. Oh yes. This is so much better than what I make.”
“Told you it was good,” I said as I took a bite.
Paislie popped a chip into her mouth and leaned back on one hand as she looked intently at me. “So tell me about yourself, Malcolm. From what I read on the internet, you’re cocky, a manwhore, filthy rich, liked by a lot of people off the track, your nemesis retired this year opening it up for you to dominate each race, and you’re from Texas.”
“Looks like you covered it.”
Shaking her head, she took another bite. “You’re not even going to try and defend the manwhore thing?”
“Nope. Pretty much all of that was true.” I looked up and thought for a second. “Yeah, no . . . all of it’s true.”
A look of disappointment washed over her face as she quietly took another bite. “I’m cocky when I need to be, I am rich, I hope like hell people do like me for me and not for my money, Emmit . . . my nemesis as you called him . . . did retire from racing, which still pisses me off.”
“Why does that make you mad?”
With a shrug, I replied, “He’s good. Damn good.”
She leaned closer and asked, “Better than you?”
“If I’m being honest?”
Nodding her head, she gasped. “Always be honest, Malcolm. It’s a very enduring quality about a person.”
Her smile made my stomach drop. “Okay. Yes, he is better than me. Best driver I’ve ever raced against. He kept me on my toes. Made me strive to be the best I could be so I could take him down each week.”
“Wow,” Paislie said in a hushed tone.
With a dry laugh, I shook my head. “Trust me, I’m as surprised as you I admitted that out loud. If you ever repeat it, I’ll deny it.”
Holding up her hands, she locked her lips and pretended to throw the key away. “It’s safe with me.”
She looked down and asked, “What about the manwhore thing?”
I wanted to take every single moment back I shared with the endless amounts of women I had fucked so I could tell her that wasn’t true.
“I’ve had my fair share of women and fun times.”
Something moved across her face that I couldn’t read and I wished like hell I had lied. But then again . . . there was something about Paislie that made me want to be honest with her. I never wanted to see her hurt or be the one to hurt her.
She took another bite and we finished the meal in silence. Paislie helped me pack the basket back up and looked out behind me as she jumped up. “The sun! Oh wow.”
Standing, I took her hand and led her over to the other side where we stood and watched the most amazing sunset I’d ever seen. The orange and red colors were brilliant as they swept over the horizon. I felt as if I was seeing a real sunset for the first time in my life.
When the last part of the sun dipped below the skyline, Paislie turned to me. “I have to be honest with you, Malcolm.”
“It’s a good trait, remember?”
She let out a soft chuckle. “I can’t get involved with a guy like you. No matter how attracted I am to you.” My chest felt tight, but I wasn’t sure if it was because she said she was attracted to me or couldn’t get involved with a guy like me. “I didn’t come on this date looking to spend the night in your bed, Malcolm.”
“Why did you come then?”
Her mouth opened and she looked pissed, as if thinking that was my only reason for inviting her. “The small amount of time we’ve spoken, I’ve enjoyed it. I’m curious about you and you make me feel . . . um . . . I um—”
“I make you feel what?”
The night sky was starting to fight with daylight as her eyes turned dark. “Different.”
“Good different or bad different?”
She lowered her head and looked down. Placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her eyes back to mine. “Paislie?”
“Good different, but I can’t . . . I mean I’ve been hurt so many times by guys and you scare me, Malcolm.”
Dropping my eyes to her lips, my dick jumped when she licked them. If I kept staring at them I’d say something I regretted. “Since I was in high school I haven’t been on a date, Paislie.”
Her brows pinched together. “What?”
“I didn’t invite you here with hopes that I could fuck you. There are plenty of women out there that I could pick up and fuck.” She swallowed hard as I kept her eyes trained on mine. “I invited you here because you make me feel different.”
Pressing her lips together, she grinned and then asked, “Good different or bad different?”
I leaned over, closing the distance between us. My lips stopped short of hers as I noticed both our breathing pick up.
“Good,” I whispered before pressing my lips to hers.
Her hands came up and gripped my arms. If there was anything I wanted more in this world, it was to kiss this girl. But I also wanted to kiss her so she knew that was all I wanted from her.
For now.
I gently rubbed my lips across hers as she squeezed onto my arms and moaned ever so slightly. When I pressed my lips to her it felt like a jolt of lightning. It was slow and soft. Nothing felt as if it needed to be rushed. When she opened her mouth to me, I swear I died and went to heaven. Our tongues moved slowly in perfect harmony with each other.
I fought the urge to pull her closer to me. To make her feel how badly I wanted her.
No. I needed to take things slow.
This was different.
Paislie was different.
MY BODY WAS HUMMING AS Malcolm slowly kissed me. I’d never in my life experienced anything like this before. The urge to push him down and crawl on top of him was so overwhelming, yet, I longed to get to know him more. For the first time in my life, it wasn’t about sex. It was about so much more.
When he finally broke the kiss, I opened my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes could still be seen by the fading glow of the sunset.
His stare was intense as he said, “Please tell me you felt that too.”
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was sure he heard it. “I did,” I softly spoke.
“Good,” was all he said as his hands cupped my face and my arms moved to his chest. I needed to keep distance between us. If I felt him against me, I knew I’d lose all control.
I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he kissed my forehead and whispered my name against my skin.
My fingers flexed into his solid chest as a low growl came from the back
of his throat. “I’m not so sure about my next set of plans.”
I focused on my breathing so I could talk without seeming like I had just had a life-altering moment. “Why’s that?”
“It involves lying down on the quilts.”
I giggled as he moved his lips down my face, causing my entire body to spread with warmth. When he kissed my lips softly yet quickly, he took a step back.
I’d never had a man make me feel like this before. He oozed romance whether he thought he did or not. It was completely natural for him and that made all the difference in the world.
I placed my hands over my cheeks in an attempt to cool them. “We could . . . um . . . put the baskets between us? Although I would hope two grown, mature adults would have more self-control than that.”
He nodded. “I agree.”
“May I ask though why we’re laying down on them?”
Malcolm twisted his head, wondering if I was being serious or not. “To look at the stars as they come out.”
Oh. My. God. Is this guy for real?
I wanted desperately to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I did the next logical thing.
I spun around as I looked for the cameras. They had to be around there somewhere. What sick fucker is playing this cruel joke on me?
“Paislie, what are you doing?” Malcolm asked as I continued to look around.
“I’m looking around for the cameras. You know, for the people to jump out and yell something about how I’m on some reality show and I just got pranked.”
His face softened as he reached for my hand. “Nope. But I will tell you you’re giving my ego a huge boost.”
I couldn’t help but start laughing as he pulled me over to the quilts. “Lie down and look straight up.”
Doing as he said, I started to see the stars. “How pretty.”
Malcolm didn’t try to hold my hand or even lay near me . . . much to my disappointment. “Look at all the stars coming out the darker it gets,” I whispered. Why had I never done anything like this before?
“If you think this is amazing, you should see them at my ranch.”
I turned my head and asked, “In North Carolina?”
“Nope. Here in Texas. Right now my sister, Autumn, and her young daughter, Sophie, are living there. Her rotten, asshole fucker husband told her he didn’t want a family anymore and asked her leave.”
My stomach felt sick as I thought about Autumn and Sophie and how I knew what they were feeling. “He doesn’t want his daughter?”
“I said the same thing. What kind of fucker does that?”
I closed my eyes and barely said, “A monster.”
Malcolm sighed but kept looking up. “Tell me about you, Paislie. I don’t have the unfair advantage of Googling you and finding all the fun stuff out like you did.”
I bit down on my lip and smiled. “I’m pretty boring. Nothing really to tell.”
“Oh, no way. Spill it.”
I slowly took in a deep breath. I’d never told anyone about my childhood or the fact that I was raised in an orphanage.
No. One.
But with Malcolm, I felt the need to share everything with him and I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. “It’s really kind of a depressing story. One I’m sure you could totally do without hearing.”
He rolled over on his side and rested his head on his hand. When I glanced his way, I couldn’t help but notice how built he was. Damn. I bet he had rock-solid abs and a chest that would make me—
“I don’t think so. I want to hear it. Please.”
Dear God. Please give me the ability to not give in to my desires.
I looked back up at the sky and fixed my eyes on one single star and started talking before my brain could catch up with my silly heart.
“I was eight years old when my father left me at St. Patrick’s Orphanage. I wanted so badly for him to want me, but he never did.”
Malcolm’s hand took mine as I kept my eyes focused on the stars. “Your mom?”
Tears pooled in my eyes as I bit down hard on my inside cheek before speaking again. “She died when I was five.”
His hand squeezed mine. “I’m so sorry. Do you remember her?” A slow smile spread across my face as I thought of my only memory of her.
“I remember standing on a chair at the counter. It must have been Christmas because we were making cookies, and I remember pressing the cookie cutters into the dough. I can’t for the life of me remember what shape they were though.”
Malcolm ran his thumb over my hand and I couldn’t ignore the way it caused my skin to tingle. “Tell me what she looked like.”
I took in a shaky breath and I blew it out slowly as I grinned. “She was beautiful. I remember her smile the most. It was a happy smile. That’s the only way I know how to describe it. Her dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and I remember how it swung over her shoulders as she turned her head. That’s the only memory of I have of her. No pictures. Nothing. I hold that memory close to my heart.”
Malcolm didn’t say a word as he patiently waited for me to continue. “Anyway, the day my father dropped me off I met Sister Elizabeth. She was twelve years older than me and had always been more like an older sister. She still is,” I said with a chuckle as I continued to stare up.
“At one point in my life I thought I wanted to give my life over to God and join the sisterhood, but Elizabeth talked me out of it. She knew I was using it as an escape from reality. I of course turned to guys as my escape, went to college, and decided physical therapy was for me.”
“What made you pick that career?”
Moving my head to look directly at him, I laughed. “Football players.”
He lifted his eyes and chuckled. “Do tell.”
“St. Pat’s had a football team I used to help out with. Kind of like the manager I guess. Anytime the guys would get hurt, I’d watch Sister Mary tend to them. She had started nursing school before becoming a nun. The older I got, the more I did.” I wiggled my eyebrows and said, “Of course it didn’t hurt that I got to touch all the boys when that was very frowned upon. I lost my virginity to one of them after a game in the girl’s locker room. That is not a pleasant memory.”
Malcolm laughed and I loved how it vibrated through my body and settled deep into my lower stomach, pulling out the desire I had to touch him even more.
“Once I got to college I knew why Sister Elizabeth steered me away from becoming a nun. I wouldn’t have lasted a year.”
His hand squeezed mine as I shook my head and looked back up. “I worked my ass off in college, made good grades, did God’s work whenever I could and never forgot my roots at St. Patrick’s. I got hired on with one of the best physical therapy practices in the Dallas area. And guess what?” I asked as I dropped my head back to the side.
“What?”
I bit down on my lip as I stared at him before speaking again. “I still get to touch football players.”
Malcolm closed his eyes and said, “Tell me they’re pro players and not high school.”
I rolled over and slapped his chest as I laughed. “Mostly college. Some pro.”
I couldn’t help but notice he still had a hold of my hand. “Is that how you met asshole Trey?”
I jerked my head back. “You didn’t like Trey?”
“No. Mostly because he had his hands on you.”
My stomach fluttered. “Oh.” Rolling back over, I sighed. “We met at a bar. He was the first guy I’d dated in a long time. That day in Vegas, the same day we met, it hit me. He was cheating on me. I went to the airport and flew home after we left the race.”
“Really? How did you know he was cheating?”
I sat up and quickly wiped the tear away before Malcolm could see it. He followed my lead and sat up. Trying to keep my breathing steady, I turned to Malcolm. “When you’ve been lied to your whole life by people, especially men, you learn how to read when people are telling the truth and when they’re not. Like w
hen you go to a foster home and after a few weeks they tell you things aren’t working out and you have to go back to the orphanage, but not because they don’t love you . . . but because the sisters are so lonely without you.”
I could see the look of pity in Malcolm’s eyes and I hated it. I quickly turned away and stood up. “Anyway, like I said, it’s all very depressing, but I am who I am because of it.”
“You never got adopted?” Malcolm asked as he stood.
Shaking my head, I said, “Nope,” as I popped the p loudly. “After I turned fourteen, I started working around the orphanage. It worked out perfectly. I got to stay in the wing where the sisters all slept and I earned money for college.”
“So, the reason you didn’t become a nun is because you were too horny? You slut.”
My mouth dropped open as my eyes about popped out of my head. I knew what he was doing and I appreciated it more than he knew.
“What?” I gasped. His face was deadpan as he stared at me. “I wasn’t . . . I’m not a slut!”
His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me to him. “Thank the fuck you’re not a nun, ‘cause if you were I would surely be going to Hell with all the things I’ve thought about doing to you in the last hour.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage to say as I felt Malcolm’s dick pressed against my stomach. My body trembled slightly and I was positive he noticed.
“We better get going. You have to work tomorrow and I have qualifying.”
He leaned over and folded up a quilt as I did the same. My mind was spinning around in my head as I tried to figure out why in the hell I just told my life story to him.
Needing to forget the last few minutes, I asked, “What’s qualifying?”
“We get time to race around the track some, and whoever has the best time gets the pole position.”
I pinched my eyebrows together. I knew nothing about racecar driving. “Pole position?”
“Basically you start up front.”
I nodded my head. “Oh, I see. So um, does this little nifty pass I have get me into the race Sunday?” I asked as I tucked a quilt under my arm and picked up a basket.
We made our way toward the elevator as Malcolm said with a hint of naughty in his voice, “That pass gets you everywhere, including on my bus.”
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