“You’ve been to Radiant?” I asked to keep my mind off Charlie.
“A few times,” he murmured, glancing over at me when we stopped at a red light. “You?”
“That’s, um”—I gulped and looked out my window—“where I just came from.”
“You were at Radiant?” he asked with a chuckle.
I looked over at him. “What’s so funny about that?”
“You’re too innocent for a sex club,” he said. “When I left you this morning, your cheeks were about as red as your ass would be if you had gone to Radiant with me tonight.”
Suddenly, warmth spread through my body. I pressed my thighs together, and Derek definitely noticed. The thought of being hurt in any way didn’t get me all hot and bothered, but another guy thinking I was attractive in that way did.
Especially if Derek preferred to flirt with me rather than Nadia.
“Why were you at Radiant?”
To make Charlie jealous, and I ended up getting my heart broken.
“My friends brought me,” I said.
“And you ran out, crying about Charlie?”
Shit, I forgot I’d cried his name.
“Um …” I started, shuffling my legs together. “Yeah.”
“You tried to make him jealous and saw him there with someone else?”
I snapped my gaze over to him. “How’d you?—”
“If you want to make him jealous, be with someone he doesn’t like.”
“He likes everyone …” Except you. “What are you suggesting?”
Derek drew his thumb across the leather steering wheel. “You know what I mean.”
My heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it in my ears, but the thought of dating Derek to make Charlie jealous seemed to fly out the window as soon as Derek drove underground into the parking lot underneath my apartment building.
He parked in a visitor spot and shut off his car, but I didn’t even attempt to leave the car. My legs bounced against my hands, and I swallowed hard. What would I say to Charlie? He knew I had seen him there.
Honestly, I didn’t care that he had been at the club—all of our friends went there—but he was there with her. Maybe he even took her back to our apartment. What would I do if she was in the middle of my living room, riding Charlie on our couch?
Had she been at our place before? Maybe. And if she had, there was no doubt that he fucked her on every inch of the place. She was so pretty that no man would ever resist her, not even Charlie.
“I’m sorry for making you drive all this way,” I whispered. “But I can’t go up there. Not now.”
“Where do you want me to take you?”
“Anywhere,” I said, tears burning my eyes again. “I don’t care. Anywhere but here.”
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
CHARLIE
“Athena!” I shouted, shoving past people in the club to follow her out.
