“Blakely you go ahead, I’ll be there in a few minutes I just need to clean my mess real quick,” Milo says as he passes me by and vanishes behind the back of the store with Donna on his tail.
I raise my voice, “No problem, I’ll see you there.”
“Blakely,” she stops me as I reach the door. “Don’t forget there’s lunch today atThe Garage, be there around twelve.”
I stare at Donna as I push the door hard, there must be a vacuum that makes it difficult. “I’ll be there.”
“Great! See you later, hon.” She disappears behind the back doors as well.
The door finally opens up and clashes with a hard object. I turn my head to see a helmet covering a familiar body which I recognize in seconds when that eagle tattoo on his hand peeks at me.
Lucky bastard.
He’s standing there unimpressed like a giant rock. I can’t see his eyes but I can feel them piercing mine and a shiver tickles down my spine.
“Charming as always. This is why I have to wear a helmet around you otherwise I’m gonna get a concussion. I should get you a caution sign and hang it around your neck twenty-four-seven.” He flexes his arms to the sides, looking cocky and almighty.
“Too bad, I would’ve loved to see the door slam straightinto—”
He shushes me by sticking his hand to my face and pushing me backward while he enters the store. I’m flailing my occupied hands like a mad woman, trying to get away from him. My muffled curses clash with his hand, and I seriously have no problem slapping my pizza over his face if only he would take that helmet off. When he shakes my face subtly, I bite a part of his palm and he steals it away.
“It’s a public space, naughty girl.” His sweet chuckle takes me by surprise. “Seems you’re out to get me.” And he’s back.
“Don’t flatter yourself that could’ve been anyone,” I chew around my pizza triangle.
“Yet it was me again.” This guy is like a magnet I can’t seem to disconnect from.
I retort, “The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“Maybe the world doesn’t but your world, definitely.” Annoyingly, his playful tone of voice ignites something inside me so I pretend to take a few bites of my pizza without a care in the world.
“Find another toy to pick on,” I fake a smile.
“Not a morning person, don't you?” He crosses his arms while his long legs are spread firmly in place.
I avert my gaze to the big clock in the corner. Seven. “Oh, I am until dark, tall, and mysterious shows up.” I sass back, waiting for him to say something back.
“Did you read that in some novel?” he quotes me.
As much as I don’t want to admit it, he is fun.
I smirk, wiggling my eyebrows once. “Late at night with mytoys.”
“I think I’m going to stick with you.” He is such an annoying prick.
“Why bother there are plenty of women out there,” I motion to the crowd in the distance.
“Meh,” he shakes his head sideways, “I don’t drop my toys so easily, but nice try,” He deadpans.
“You should, I bite.” I give him a knowing look.
“I can handle your teeth.” His raspy voice is full of confidence. “Mark me all you like.”
I draw my upper lip back in a snarl and furrow my eyes at him as he waltzes inside the store. He salutes me and I flip him the bird in return so he pretends to catch it and shove it into his pocket while he says, “For later,” and turns toward the counter.
Are we flirting?
I bite the pizza hard, stuffing my mouth with it as I leave to set up my equipment.
