Entangled ✔️

chapter 13

In which our heroine gets scared

"Jeez, Ahana, did you buy out the whole city?” Adam asked, bringing in the last of the bags from the car. It had taken three trips and both of them to carry in all the items. At least it kept him from gawking at her.

He still felt as awkward as when Rachael and Ahana had returned from their ten-hour excursion. Rachael had come in, exclaiming what a great day they’d had, but Adam hadn’t been paying attention to her chatter. He was playing Legos with the boys, holding his piece in midair, in the middle of the living room floor. All he could do was stare at Ahana. She was wearing a black turtleneck that showed off her hourglass shape with a big black belt and tight jeans. Not the waist-high grandma jeans she’d been wearing when he picked her up. No, sir, these were low-waisted, hip-hugging, curve-revealing jeans.

Her hips, he thought, her hips are her best feature.

Her long auburn hair hung in delicate curls, framing her face. She was more than pretty or beautiful or sexy. Ahana Singh was breathtaking.

“Uncle Adam, you broke our Lego building,” Joe had shouted angrily when Adam managed to knock over their impressive tower.

Now, bringing her home, he could see she’d had a busy day. Rachael had pulled him aside and told him Ahana was a keeper, whatever that meant. Ahana wasn’t his to keep in the first place. No, he was just a substitute, and wasn’t that what he wanted?

He watched her put away her purchases. “Not the whole city. There are still a few items left for the other girls,” Ahana said cynically.

“Any lingerie…like something from this century?” Adam asked her.

“Maybe,” she replied.

Adam scanned the various bags on her bed. “I think it would be this bag,” he said, grabbing the small bag in two-tone pink stripes.

“Hey, give me that. That’s not for you,” she said, trying to grab it from his hand. He held her off and turned his back to reach into the bag.

“Oh no?” he said, holding up a silky, pale-pink bustier.

“No, you want me naked, remember? So you don’t get to see this.” She took the bag from him.

“I wouldn’t mind this.”

“You wouldn’t?” she asked, clutching the frilly garment to her chest.

“No, baby. Wear it for me…please?”
She smiled at him and gave him a deep kiss, bringing her hands around his neck. “I’ll think about it,” she whispered.

He placed his hands around her waist, deepening the kiss, feeling his cock stirring as his mouth explored hers. “So are you going to ever explain my key chain? You got me a key chain that says ‘playboy’? Do you think I need to advertise that fact?” he asked when they parted.

She laughed against his neck. “No, but it was to make up for the other thing I put on your chain.”

“I assume it’s the key to your apartment, and I thought we talked about this.” If any other girl had done this, he would have probably ripped the key off the ring with his teeth and chucked it out the window before running for the hills. With Ahana, he doubted it meant what he thought it did.

“Don’t freak out, Adam. Seriously, it’s just for show.”

“So, it’s a fake key?”

“No, the key’s real and it works, but I didn’t give it to you as a pretense for anything. It’s just that Jason has a key, and Meisha asked me why I hadn’t given you a key if we’re so serious.”