Leo leans his head to the side and glares at them from over his shoulder. Anger radiates from his body because of the unwanted interruption. “Fuck off,” he yells at them, making them laugh even harder.
What are they, five-year-olds?
My fingers grip a fist into Leo’s T-shirt as I hide my face against his chest.Please drive on. Please don’t recognize me.
“Whatever, man. Have fun with that whore,” Wyatt yells, and the car speeds off, leaving me slightly hurt that he would say such a thing after confessing his “love” for me.
Leo’s body stiffens up against mine. He glares at the car as it flies down the road. I wonder how the cop didn’t catch them. Not fair.
It doesn’t surprise me that Wyatt called me a whore. I’m sure he’s told his friends countless lies about me since our last interaction.
As I feel Leo’s intense stare on my face that hides in his shirt, my cheeks warm. Moment ruined. All I want to do is hide somewhere and eat a tub of ice cream.
I lightly push his body away from mine and let out a sigh, not taking my eyes off my feet. I whisper, “I need to get going.”
As my hand grabs on to the door handle of my car, his long, slim fingers rest on top of mine.
I can’t take my eyes off his rings. They shine in the sunlight. Maybe I have a kink for guys who wear rings … yeah, I do.
“I haven’t known you long, but I know you’re the furthest thing from being a whore. Don’t listen to that immature dick.” He speaks smoothly, making me feel comfortable. “Wherever you’re going, let me come with you.”
I should say no, but after what just almost happened, I can’t help but nod at him.
“As much as I want to race your stunning ass again, let’s go the speed limit, and I’ll follow you.” He turns around and gets in his car.
What should be on my mind is the fact that I’ll be applying for a job in thirty minutes. But the only thing that I can think about the entire drive is how unlucky we are. That road is never busy, and the one time I was pressed against Leo and ready to feel his soft lips against mine, a car drove by.
At the moment, I feel like crying in frustration, but I know I’ll die of laughter later at the thought of Wyatt catching me and Leo on the side of the road.
* * *
“Don’t tell me you finishedTwilight,” Leo demands accusingly when we meet in front of the bookstore. He’s wearing the same baseball cap and sunglasses as last time, which is strange.
I nod my head and reassure him, “I didn’t go past chapter five. I’m just waiting for the other slowpoke in this book club to finish. I’m here to ask for a job.”
Understanding appears on his face as he grabs the door handle and holds the door open for me. “Of course a book lover is going to work in a bookstore.” Leo rolls his eyes as a small smile appears on his lips.
Giving him a smile back, I walk through the door and into the small store I love dearly.
“Hello,” I say when I reach the lady behind the desk.
“Hello,” she grumbles and puts down the magazine she’s reading.
Well then …
“I’m here to apply for a job,” I say, getting straight to the point. I hold up the resume I made sure to bring.
She glances at me for a long time, her eyes assessing me, which makes me shift on my feet nervously. Then, out of the blue, she snaps her fingers. “I’ve been needing help for a while. When do you want to start?”
“I’m hired?” I ask, shocked at how fast she decided.
She nods her head. “You can come in sometime next week.”
I place a hand on my chest and beam at her, relieved. “Thank you so much!”
Grunting, she waves her hand in the air.
She’s grumpy. That’s why she’s the only one working here. She’s probably desperate for another helping hand, but no one else in town wants to deal with her attitude. Whenever I come in here, I only find her behind the desk. She’s known in town to be horrible at helping customers.
