Pressure Point by Olivia Luck

Author:Olivia Luck [Luck, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pressure Point
Published: 2015-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

Blake

How many dates have I been on? Too many to count. Never did I feel nervous. Never did my palms sweat. Never did I vacillate between bouquets of flowers like a chump. I’m Blake Campbell. Nothing makes me sweat. Except now, there’s one tiny, brunette beauty who does. To think, her cousin Ben will be playing the unknowing chaperone and still I’m wondering if my aftershave is too strong.

Her effect is unsettling, and I don’t like it.

Fuck it. I love the way that she makes me feel. For once, I don’t have to be completely in control and plan for every possible outcome. There’s only one outcome: Stella with me.

With the bouquet of white hydrangeas in one hand, I cross the sidewalk to the building’s front door. She buzzes me inside and I climb the stairs two at a time, like an eager kid on Halloween racing to get their candy. Yeah, Stella’s my treat—the ultimate decadence that I will savor.

I won’t make the same mistake twice.

“Wow. Hydrangeas again, thank you,” Stella beams when she pulls the door open and notices the flowers. Right away, she presses her nose against the petals to inhale the scent. “Did someone tell you that these were my favorite flower?” She cocks her head to the side, dark curls tumbling down her shoulder. I’ve noticed it before and I’ll notice a million times more, but damn, she’s gorgeous. Full stop. She’s wearing a navy cable knit sweater and tight jeans that showcase her luscious curves. Gorgeous.

“Lucky coincidence. They remind me of you, Snow White.” My voice comes out way huskier than I intend and she notices, but it only makes her flash me a shy grin.

“Snow White like the Disney movie?” Ben’s cheerful voice interrupts the moment, the previous tension building between us stalling. I place my hand on her lower back, propelling Stella forward because I’m not ready to give up contact with her yet.

Ever.

I clear my throat to get rid of the sex voice. “Exactly, my friend. You have a decision to make, center ice or the box?” Yeah, I have no plans to explain my nickname for Stella to her cousin or anyone else for that matter.

“Center ice!” Ben cheers. He launches himself off the couch and throws his arms around my waist in a tight hug, nearly stealing the breath from my body. I hug him back; his happiness is contagious. From the look of adoration that Stella’s shooting my way, I hardly notice the stifling grip. All I feel is peace. She’s happy, I’m happy.

“This is a dream come true,” Ben says.

“Happy to do it, man. Anytime you want to come to the game, let Stella know.”

“What would you do with these tickets if Ben chose the box?” Stella asks once they both have coats on and we’re making our way to my car.

“Any time Dad or I aren’t using the seats, we give them to longtime season ticket holders or donate them. It depends on the game.” She nods her head in approval and I can’t help the pleasure spreading through me.

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