Free Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tara Rose Page A

around a big sack of flour and now I’ve finally dumped it somewhere.”
    He pulled into the parking lot and found a spot, then turned off the motor and faced her. “Are you going to cry?”
    She laughed again. “I might. Listen, I need to get this out before we go inside. I am so sorry about last night. I mean this morning. I don’t know what happened. But I never meant to hurt you by kissing Trent. You have to believe that.”
    “I do believe it.”
    “Really?”
    “Really. But we do have a problem, because he likes you, too. A lot. As much as I do. And I’m not sure what we’re going to do about that.”
    She didn’t answer for a few seconds, and his heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his eyes. Hers filled with a clarity that he didn’t dare believe was real. She wasn’t upset or repulsed by what he’d just said. She was turned on. He’d bet his last two paychecks on it. Holy shit. What was going to happen here?
    “I like you both, too.” Her voice was quiet, but it overflowed with lust and certainty. There was nothing hesitant about it.
    “What do we do, Ria? I have to know.”
    “I don’t know, and that’s the truth. But for now, let’s go have dinner. I can smell their marinara sauce all the way out here.”
    He pulled her close and kissed her hair, which didn’t smell like marinara sauce. It smelled as fragrant as a spring day. He wanted to kiss her lips as well, but he knew if he did, they wouldn’t make it inside for dinner, and he was hungry. But later…the possibility of later loomed in his mind as he released the embrace and exited the car, sprinting around to her door this time before she could open it. He was a gentleman, after all.

Chapter Nine
     
    Ria secretly loved it when guys opened doors for her, but she was so unaccustomed to it that she never knew how to react. Couple that with the fact that she was still shivering from Wyatt’s quick kiss on the top of her head, and she hung onto his hand not because it seemed the polite thing to do as he helped her from the car. It was because she was drunk with desire, and afraid she’d slip on the ice in the parking lot if she didn’t.
    Gino’s was crowded every night. It was one of the few downtown businesses that had escaped damage from the tornado, and the increase in business after that had never died down. Ria wrapped her hand around Wyatt’s arm as they stepped inside, where Vito Santori was greeting customers tonight. Vito was a warm person who had a smile and a handshake for everyone. Wyatt had obviously called ahead, because Vito led them to a table tucked into a corner where they’d have some privacy.
    On the way there, she spotted Gina with Zach and Harrison, as well as Kari, Noah, and Adison, sitting with them. They all waved, but the looks on their faces ranged from mild disbelief to outright incredulity. Ria’s earlier elation at finally having it out with her parents was replaced with the same fear that she’d expressed to Trent, earlier that morning. She was never going to climb out of this pit. How did she ever expect to overcome this? She could waltz in here with both Wyatt and Trent every night and it wouldn’t change a damn thing.
    Wyatt helped her take off her coat, then wolf-whistled as he eyed her perfect black dress, which helped dim the images of Gina and the others shooting daggers at her from across the room. She’d worn the dress on purpose, of course, and had paired it with the red-and-silver jewelry that Marisol had given her two Christmases ago. Wyatt wouldn’t know that, but she did. She’d worn it as part of her commitment to making things right one day with her former best friend.
    “You look incredible.”
    “Thank you.” She let him push in her chair, and then eyed his sexy ass in dark gray dress pants as he turned to walk around the table and take his seat. His royal blue button-down shirt brought out the color of his eyes, and his tie featured a rendition of Van Gogh’s Starry Night .