I’d like to say it’s because she’s fresh, new, but I’ve fucked too many women to believe that. There’s something about Raven that speaks to me, calls to me…

Bad timing.

If I were ten years younger, I might have considered everything. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent. Funny how life throws things at you when you’re not looking.

But at the end of the day, I am who I am. She’ll go back to school, and I’ll stand in front of three hundred of my best friends and let them watch as I say, I Do… to her mother.

Chapter Thirteen

RAVEN

“Are you ready for me to take your orders?” The pretty tattooed waitress smiles at us. Looking over at Jett, I smirk and set my menu down.

“Yes, let’s go with the Minerva spicy tuna, setas con huevos, and the pan tostado. You know what? Give us a pan con tomate also. Raven loves bread, and…”

I sit back and cross my legs while Jett keeps ordering. Apparently, we are not only having the rotisserie chicken, but also the prime rib eye.

So. Fucking. Hot.

He’s wearing a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, and dark jeans. No wonder he’s made millions defending people. I mean, if I was on a jury, I’d vote not guilty.

The man is not just beautiful, he’s mesmerizing. The waitress must think the same thing. Her hand is shaking as she nods nervously at him and types the order into her small computer.

“Anything else?” Her face is flushed.

“No, that’s good for right now.” He graces her with his panty-melting smile, and I almost feel bad for her since she stands there frozen, staring at him, then spins around almost plowing into another waiter.

I shake my head, unable to hold back the smile as I reach for my water.

“What’s so funny?” His tan hand takes mine as I swallow.

“Have people always responded to you this way?”

He laces his fingers with mine. “You have beautiful hands, you know?”

I blink at him. He just completely ignored my question. I’m starting to figure this voodoo of Mr. Jett Powers out. He’s a master at changing things his way.

Genius, really.

“Thank you. Can you answer my question, please?”

He raises a dark brow at me and his lips twitch. “You know, Raven, I can’t decide which part of you I like more: your sassy mouth or when you submit.”

Letting go of my hand, he picks up his gin and tonic again. My eyes dip to his neck, and I watch the way his muscles move as he swallows.

Jesus, focus, Raven.

Placing my elbows on the table, I rest my chin on my hands. “I know how you do it, Mr. Powers. I was just wondering if you have always been like this.”