The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

In heels as high as these, it makes me the perfect height to snuggle up close; my head just past his shoulder and his eyes move to my mouth. I frown away the urge to lock mine on him, as it’s the third time I’ve gotten the vibe he wants to kiss me and get overly frustrated.

What’s stopping you already?

“Asshole.” I spit back, nestling closer to him in his embrace, encouraging more, but also so I don’t need to face him and see exactly how he’s looking at me if he isn’t going to do anything about it. If he wants it, then he has to make some moves. The elevator pings and the door slides open.

“What happened to Massive Douchebag? I like that one, it has a sexy ring to it.” He nudges me suggestively with his hip, so I’m moved but not knocked over, his face sliding close to mine again as he gazes at me with humor. He bites on his bottom lip, very ‘dude’, sexy, playful yet that hint of flirt again and the sudden heart hammering ups a gear, making me unable to remove my eyes from that crazily kissable mouth of his.

I’m really not imagining there’s something subtly different since I walked out wearing this dress. I don’t know if I should ignore it or act upon it; he seems to be testing some sort of internal boundary and I want him to stop holding back. He has my stomach fluttering, and my body all goosebumps, arousing parts of me that I never knew could even get aroused. It’s making me unsure of myself, more than a little nervous and definitely antsy around him.

“You are all of the above and much, much, more.” I frown petulantly, yelping when he slaps my ass to propel me out of the elevator and this time, I know for a fact this is not how he normally behaves. Arrick slaps asses when carrying on, usually with a little intent, just to piss me off, but this feels more sexual.

Where the hell did this come from?

He lets me go as I half run, half skip out in front of him, onto the shiny marble floor of the foyer to his building, purely with the force of that butt slap that about knocked me off balance. I can still feel where his palm landed, and it’s lower than where he normally smacks me. I liked it too, which opens up a whole other can of brain worms, considering my father used to beat me.

He comes up behind me, catches my hand again, something sizzling between us as he leads me out into the guarded main entrance in front of huge glass doors onto New York’s busy streets. He nods at the security man sat behind a marble desk., I recognize the little old man and beam at him, because he’s my favorite of the desk clerks and usually only on at night, so I don’t see him very often anymore. He’s been here for years, the whole two years Arry has lived here anyway, and I always love to chat to him.

I squeal my delight, letting go of Arrick’s hand so I can collect my familiar offering from just about the best security guard in

pleasure. Tell Mrs. Frankie. I said hi.” I giggle sweetly and unwrap my candy, dropping the paper in the trash can he holds out to

now.” He beams back at me and Arrick tugs at the back

him and pulls me back to follow. I give Frank a little finger wave and a smile as I pop the lollipop in my mouth to suck on its sweet yummy flavor. I catch Arrick’s eyes go to my mouth as I do so, and the uncomfortable frown

High five.

since Arrick moved here. I’m a hundred times happier with candy

on the sidewalk. Arrick leads me to it and opens

skirts the back of the cab and gets in the other side with it in his mouth. Smirking at me with that devilish look in his eye and I

we just sucked the same lollipop and it could kind of be classed as kissing in a very vague way. It reminds me

shut; the cab driver nods and utters the address he’s been told by the doorman, Arrick nods and sits back to

of weird stuff Arrick Carrero has given me over the

welcome.” He winks and I eye roll in answer, happy to sit and suck on my candy and ignore him for the ten-minute journey, to try to calm these damn

off, and I wonder if he’s contemplating his own reactions. He automatically places his hand in my lap, his hand moving to curve around my thigh, which means his fingers end up nestled between my legs sensually, just above my knee. I look down at the way his hand is connected to my naked skin, in a gesture that I wouldn’t expect from him, more something I would expect to see Jake do to Emma and glance his way. He’s looking out the window, completely oblivious, and I don’t know whether to relax and accept this as innocent or enjoy the tingles and heat his possessive hold is giving me. Torn that this might be deliberate, and disappointed he didn’t aim higher. It’s another little clue that his head is not thinking platonic where I’m concerned tonight, and I wonder

Thank you, purple dress!