“Get your arse over here, woman!” he practically growled at me sending a shiver down my spine.
After a make-out session in the car park that was definitely not appropriate for little eyes, he bundled me into the car and took off leaving a cloud of dust behind him.
When we turned in the opposite direction of his place, or mine for that matter, I shifted in my seat to face him. “Where exactly are you taking me?”
“Does it matter?” he asked, unable to wipe the grin from his face.
“Ah, yeah! I stink like a deep fryer. I can’t go out in public like this.”
“You’re fine.”
“Don’t lie. Where are you taking me?”
“Just sit there, shut up, and eat your chocolate.”
“Chocolate? What chocolate?”
“Check the glove box.”
Flipping open the glove box, I found it looked like he’d robbed the chocolate aisle of the local supermarket. Every variation of chocolate bar I could imagine was in there.
“You’re my hero!” I gushed, ripping open one of the bars and taking a huge, unladylike bite. “So good.”
“You might want to wipe your face,” Seth suggested with a smirk.
“Why?”
“Because we’re here.”
“We’re where?”
“Swallow your mouthful, wipe your fingers, and get out of the car. We’re late.”
Late? How the hell could I possibly be late to something I didn’t even know I was going to? Seth was on something. Man had lost his mind. I was blaming all those happy hormones buzzing about his brain because he finally got his jersey.
“You’re here!”
Spinning around, I dropped the death stare I was shooting in Seth’s direction to come face to face with the beaming bride herself, Elise, and her hilarious partner in crime, Jax.
“Hi,” I replied nervously, feeling like I’d been set up.
“You ready?”
“Ready for what? Would someone please tell me what’s going on?”
If someone didn’t tell me what the fuck was going on in a hurry, I might just very well throw myself down on the ground and throw a tantrum like a four-year-old.
Stepping up either side of me, Jax and Elise wound their arms through mine and led me down the street. When they paused and exchanged glances, my stomach lurched. They looked like they were having fun, but I sure as shit wasn’t.
Guiding me up a set of stairs and into a shopfront where the windows were all covered in newspaper, the whole thing was odd. That was until they pushed open the door, revealing one of the most beautifully designed salons I’d ever seen. Along the wall were huge gilded mirrors with ornate frames. The floors were covered with huge white tiles, and everything was clean and new and shiny.
“Who owns this place?” I asked, sounding like Alice in Wonderland.
“That would be me.”
The most beautiful man I’d ever seen stepped out from a room somewhere at the back of the shop. His teeth were so white I swear he should’ve been in a toothpaste commercial. Then there was his hair. It was thick and dark and luxurious.
“Lachie! Where were you?” Jax exclaimed, moving towards him and wrapping him in a bear hug.
