It didn’t have valet parking, which surprised me, considering Arlo was never one to skimp when it came to friends. Maybe the food here was so incredible that part didn’t matter. I squeaked into the last available spot, holding my breath the entire time because the parking lot was snug as fuck.
Arlo’s car was instantly recognizable, despite the lack of personalized knicknacks inside. Not as ostentatious as mine, but obviously owned by someone with “fuck you” money.
Slinking up next to it with the sparkle-filled contraption under my arm, I was faced with the predicament of actually getting into the car. Glittering up the outside wasn’t nearly as satisfying when he could go through a car wash. I wanted the inside to be forever infused with the reminder of his crimes.
As if by magic, the door unlocked. Oh, shit. That probably gave me about five seconds, tops, before Arlo actually got over here and caught me. I whipped the door open and hurled the device inside, swinging the door shut again before sparkly pink eruptedeverywhere.
“What the fuck are you doing?” a voice boomed.
A voice thatdefinitelydidn’t belong to Arlo.
Arlo sounded like a crazed puppy. This guy sounded like a pissed-off, rumbly man.
That rumble would actually have been kinda nice in another context with far less clothing.
A storm of red hair in a fancy suit bolted toward me, bringing with him a wave of delicious musk rose that had my stomach clenching.
I beamed at him, putting on my game face. That little chicken shit sent someone else to do his dirty work. Was this a friend of Arlo’s? His verygorgeousfriend?Hello, handsome.
“Hey there!” I grinned. “Nothing to see here. I’m just leaving my friend a little gift in his car,” I said, gesturing to the vehicle that was full of a bright pink cloud.
He glared at me, chest heaving. His shirt was tailored so perfectly that his pissed-off breathing put those buttons to work.
Oh my.
Getting angry eyes in a parking lot shouldn’t have gotten my engine revving, but my bits weren’t getting the memo.
“If it’s for your friend, why did you put it inmycar? Oh my god. It’severywhere.”
I stilled.
Could I have put it in the wrong one? My stomach dropped down to my toes. Shit.
No. There was no way.
The car wasidenticalto Arlo’s.
Had he loaned the car to his friend?
“N-no,” I stammered. “This ishiscar.”
“No. It’smine. What kind of person does this?” The handsome stranger glowered at me, getting all up in my personal space with that stupid delicious scent. “You decided to fucking glitter bomb my car because you’re pissed at your boyfriend?”
I took offense to that. I mean, sure, Arlo was good to Meadow, but the idea of riding that pony made me want to gag.
“I assure you, he isnotmy boyfriend,” I said adamantly, crossing my arms. Whether I pushed that fact because the concept of kissing Arlo was gross or because I didn’t want this hottie to think I was unavailable, I didn’t know, but push it I did.
“That doesn’t change the fact that my car is full of glitter! Do you know how expensive this vehicle is? You’ve trashed it! They’ll never get it all out.”
Fuck. He wasnotchilling out about this. Was he one of those car guys who was obsessed with their mechanical baby, or had I fucked up on a level I didn’t even grasp?
“It was an honest mistake!” I insisted, holding my hands up in surrender.
He glared at me, such anger behind his eyes that I could practically feel my lady parts shriveling up, despite their previous excitement over the hot alpha.
I had vandalized a very expensive car.
It was all Arlo’s fault for dragging me into this mess.
