Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance’s Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel - Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Brooklyn I'm not sure what to do. I'm sitting across from Colsen, the youngest up and comer in the drug trade. The one who I was told tried to have me killed. And I had no idea he was this handsome. "I have heard of you. And I have to say, it has not all been good things." "Oh, come on," he says, cocking his head to the side. "It can't have been all bad." I raise an eyebrow at him letting him know that, yeah. It's all been bad. "What?" he says, joking.

"Nobody told you about my striking good looks or my sense of style?" I shake my head slowly, fighting the smile on my lips. I can't help it-he's terribly charming. "Well," he says, giving me a sexy half-smile. "Now you know." Colsen catches the eye of a waiter and holds up a hand. "Two shots of tequila," he says. "What-" I say, my eyes following the waiter as he goes. "No, I can't-" "Oh, come on, Brooklyn," Colsen says, leaning back in his chair. "Relax.

I can tell you've just had the surprise of your life. You need a little something to settle the nerves." The waiter returns, and Colsen takes the glasses him, sliding him a folded bill and giving him a wink. I can tell by the waiter's pleasure that it's a nice tip. I hesitate, then take the glass from his hand. The truth is, I could use a little bit of a relaxing right now. If I'm the unwitting bachelorette in my father's little setup, then I'm not sure I want to do it sober.

"Bottoms up," I say, taking the lime off the edge of the glass and holding it up to toast Colsen. He does the same, and then watches me slowly lick the salt from the rim of the glass and toss my shot back before doing the same. The tequila is sharp in my throat, and I can't help it as my whole body shudders. I can hear Colsen laugh at me. "The lime," he says. "Bite the lime." I do, and, indeed, it brings some relief, the acid of the lime chasing away the sharpness of the tequila on my tongue.

I laugh as I open my eyes again, meeting Colsen's smile with my own. He gestures to the waiter again, ordering another round, and I lean back in my chair, letting him. I'm a little surprised at myself, then-a feeling that's becoming oddly more familiar as the weeks pass. The Brooklyn of a few weeks ago would have run screaming when she found out that she was doing shots of tequila with the wunderkind head of a mafia organization. With Aden's worst enemy. But Brooklyn of today?