He shrugs. “It’s probably just a coincidence.”
“Except for the fact I’ve been working here for years.”
“A big coincidence,” he says absentmindedly. He looks through me instead ofatme. The weird staring continues until the intercom system bellows through the supermarket, bringing him back to reality. “I like your clothes.”
“Thanks. Why are you here?”
“I already told you. I needed to get a few things.”
I note the items under his arm—a baguette and a six pack of beer.
And then my eye catches something much more interesting. A bicep. A big one.
I stare at it for a few beats.
Carter stares with me. “Is my arm prettier than my face?”
Ugh. He fucking knows how to get under my skin in the best way possible, and I hate it. I hate his guts, his bicep, voiceandhis face.
But what I hate most is his eyes. Why is he looking at me like I’m a window? There’s more to me than what meets the eye, but he doesn’t get to try and read me. He doesn’t get to reappear in my life, hand over millions of dollars in exchange for sex, and drop me home the following morning.
He doesn’t get to be so fucking nice.
He’s supposed to be an asshole.
It would also be good if God made him shit in bed. If he was, I wouldn’t be undressing him with my eyes right now in the grocery store I used to work at, with Michael judging me as he listens in on this conversation.
He probably thinks I’m a gold-digger.
Which technically, I am.
“Come back to the clubhouse.” The way Carter spits it out suggests that he’s been buckling up the courage to say this for a while now.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Why?”
“Because we haven’t had the chance to speak. Properly.”
“About?”
“Everything.”
Could this be an excuse to get into my panties a third time?
Maybe.
I huff, sighing all the air out of my body like I’m doing him a favor here.
I’m not. Otis is at preschool and I don’t have any other plans for today. It’s not exactly like I’m going out of my way.
But Carter doesn’t need to know that.
“Fine.”
“Okay, great. Leave your car here, I’ll give you a ride.”
“And my groceries?”
“We can make a stop at your place.”
