She slid into his passenger seat as her phone rang. She giggled, covering her mouth as she answered her FaceTime.
“Who is that fine-ass man?”
Charlie laughed as her sister, Stassi, demanded answers through the screen and Demi slid into the driver’s seat.
“A crazy man who likes to spend money on frivolous things,” Charlie said, smiling.
“Must be nice,” her sister answered.
“I’ll call you when I make it home,” Charlie replied.
“Damn, can I at least hear his voice? I know he has a voice that makes you melt because everything else, girl!”
Charlie turned the phone to Demi.
“Say hi to my sister, Stassi,” Charlie said.
Demi gripped the woodgrain steering wheel with one hand as he put the car in drive, and he rested one elbow on the center console.
“How you doing?” he said, only half glancing at the screen, as he tried to focus on the road.
“Hey, handsome, please get my sister home safe and knock the cobwebs off that...”
“Aye, aye! That’s enough, bye, Stassi” Charlie interrupted, hanging up abruptly.
“I didn’t catch that last part. I like to follow instructions. Let’s run that FaceTime back right quick,” he said, as he drove.
“You wish!” she said, laughing, and blushing so hard that her cheekbones reddened.
He pointed to the navigation. “Put your address in.”
She did as she was told and then settled into the luxury car as a quiet settled over the car.
Charlie turned in her seat, pressing her back against the door and looking at him curiously. Demi’s eyes went to the foot in his leather seat and had to turn his eyes back to the road to avoid asking her to remove it.
Demi frowned. She was intruding with her eyes.
“You mad rude with the staring,” he said.
Demi giggled. He was annoyed.
“I’m just wondering what this is. This moment, you know? A man walks in a bar and sees a girl. What happens after that?”
“What you want to happen after that?” he asked.
Charlie shrugged. “I’m only here for happily ever after. I’ve had enough horror stories to last a lifetime,” she said, turning back toward the front. She rolled her eyes back to him as she pressed her head against the headrest. “No pressure or nothing.”
He bit his lip. “All pressure, baby,” he answered. “I ain’t afraid to apply a little pressure.”
He played in the hair on his chin as he leaned against his door and drove. Charlie reached for the radio and Demi could practically see her damn fingerprints on his screen.
He let her choose the vibe, however, as she hooked her phone up to his Bluetooth without asking.
He wasn’t sure why she amused him. Most weren’t this assertive in his presence, but Charlie moved like she was the boss. Like, he was pushing her whip and she didn’t need to ask for shit inside these four doors. The sound of her voice as she leaned back and closed her eyes invaded their space. She barely let the words leave her lips, in fact, she wasn’t saying anything atall. Just letting the music fill her mouth, humming softly, every other lyric as she enjoyed the song.
You say you’ve got a girl
Why you want me?
