Sweetly Tempted. Part 3

Layla's POV

“Over my dead body,” he growls.

I frown at him, though a small part of me thrills at how he says it.

He glances over at me and adds, “Your father trusts me to take care of you, Layla. If he doesn't want you dating boys, we should abide by his rules.”

“I don't have to date a boy,” I tell him. “You can take me on my first date.”

The car jerks and Jay nearly runs off the road before he regains control of the vehicle.

He gapes over at me before closing his mouth, his throat working. Suddenly, I know Jay is the only one I want to take me on my first date. In fact, I want him to be my first everything.

“Layla, I'm old enough to be your father,” he finally says.

I shrug. “So what? Dad said I can't go on a date with boys, so you take me on a date, Jay. You’re not a boy. You’re a man.”

Jay sputters for a moment before he settles on, “Exactly.”

But I’m completely married to this idea now. I want this big,