His eyebrows shoot up and he glances at me briefly with a heated gaze. “We’ll see.”
Rolling my eyes, I look through my phone to change the current song that’s playing and find one that will most definitely surprise Levi since I’m not usually one for these songs, but it works for this situation.
“Please Me” by Bruno Mars and Cardi B plays, and I turn the music up, waiting for his reaction. At first, he tilts his head, and once Bruno’s voice fills the speakers, he lets out a deep breath, and I can tell that he’s suppressing a smile.
So, I take it up a notch and start rapping Cardi’s part, because yes, I do know all the words. I can’t imagine how ridiculous I look right now. A white girl who only sings songs from musicals or rock pop, but it makes him laugh loudly once I start dancing to it too. The song’s a joke, yet I’m also trying to make a point here.
Levi joins in singing Bruno’s part and dances, moving his hips slightly, distracting me. I’ve never seen Levi dance. That one Zumba class doesn’t count; I wasn’t looking at him then like I am now, but these small hip movements and his subtle upper body rolls are proving that he has rhythm in his body, as well as in his fingers and voice.
He looks at me and runs a hand dramatically down his chest, being playful. He throws a wink, knowing how that gesture makes me want to jump him. Not many men can pull off a sexy wink.
“You’re so getting some tonight,” I say when the song comes to an end and I finish the last rap verse.
He lifts a shoulder. “I know.”
I scoff. “All right, that very well might change now.”
Levi grabs my thigh and pulls it to the side, spreading both of them. “No, it won’t.” I breathe heavily as he grazes his fingers against my very thin flowy pants. My nipples harden instantly, and I throw my head back. He applies the tiniest bit of pressure on my clit and I moan. Next thing I know, his hand is back on the wheel, leaving me wet and wanting. “Since I’m obviously still getting some tonight, I guess we can use some toys.”
I narrow my eyes. “You are so lucky I like you.”
He grins. “Oh yeah? How much do you like me, baby?”
“Enough to get on my knees on a cold tile floor in the bathroom of a tattoo shop to blow you,” I retort with a snort.
Levi laughs. “Point taken.”
The music in the car stops the moment my phone begins to ring. It’s an unknown number with an Ulster County zip code.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “What do I do?”
Levi’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Answering it would be a good start.”
“Right.” I blow out a shaky breath and slide the button across the screen. “Hello?”
“Hello, I’m calling for Stephanie Winters?” A male voice fills the car speakers and I’m too shaken up to change it to a personal call.
“This is she,” I confirm.
“Nice to officially meet you, Ms. Winters. I’m Mr. Martin, the director of the show.” He must be the man who’d been sitting in the center of the tables during all of my auditions.
Levi and I exchange an equally nervous glance. He’s about to crap his pants too.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Martin.”
“Well, I’m sure you’re wanting to know if I’m calling with good or bad news.” He pauses for what seems like an eternity, and my lunch starts crawling up my throat.Spit itout.“Congratulations, Ms. Winters. You’re playing Daisy in this year’s spring production.”
My eyes widen, and my mouth hangs open, needing to hear the words again. Levi bumps me with his elbow, lightly motioning to the phone.Right, I need to say something.I clear my throat, nausea hitting me for an entirely new reason now.
“That’s amazing news, Mr. Martin, thank you so much,” I say on the verge of tears.
“We’re looking forward to having you on board, Ms. Winters. You’ll be receiving an email with more information on rehearsals by tomorrow morning.” He throws a load more of information on me before hanging up.
The line goes silent, and I stare at my phone, disbelief washing over me.
“I got it,” I whisper, and look up at Levi. He smiles and pulls over to the side of the darkening road. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a proper congratulations, Bambi.” Levi grabs my face with both of his hands. “You fucking got it.”
