later, I’m sure. Right now, I’m just genuinely happy to see her.
“Come on, Maria, no frowning. I promise I’ll be good. You have nothing to worry about. Cher is going to Florence.” I hug her again. Maria’s way more my mother than my biological one.
“I’m not worried about Cher,” she grumbles. Taking my luggage, she shoves it at the man in the suit and dark sunglasses.
“Hi, I’m Raven…” I go to hold out my hand, but Maria stops me. I frown. What the heck?
The man doesn’t seem offended. If anything, his attention is on everyone and everything but me. When I look back to where Cher is standing, she waves and blows me a kiss; then I slide into the back of the vehicle.
Maybe all this dread about coming home is silly. I mean, so my mom is dating Jett Powers, a man nine years younger than her who is supposed to be a genius and is to-die-for hot. Oh, and one other problem… I can’t stop fantasizing about him.
I settle into the soft leather seat, wondering if I’ll even see him that much.
If all the tabloids are even slightly true, the man is a workaholic who demands that everyone bow to him and do his bidding.
An egotistical asshole. Everything I despise, so why is my stomach doing flips at the mere thought of meeting him?
Because you need to get laid.