“No, I’m good.”
“Ok. Can I have your keys?” I bat my eyes at him, and he cringes.
“What? Why?”
“To drive. To the store,” I say flatly.
He’s yet to let me drive it alone, despite promising I can. As soon as we were back home and the money from the tour was sorted, he fixed up his car. It’s so freaking pretty. And fast. He looks fucking hot behind the wheel. The way he handles it effortlessly turns me on big. Didn’t know that was a thing for me. I’ve already gotten so worked up just watching him drive that I made him pull over more than once so I could suck his cock or ride him to my climax.
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.” I give him a sharp look and he groans. “Goddammit, I’ve turned into Tanner! I’m a little bitch. Fuck, how did this happen?” He looks around at our group of friends biting back their grins.
Except Penn.
He lets him have a full smirk. “Ain’t that a shame.”
Travis flips him off and turns back to me, his eyes pleading.
I hold out my hand, smiling wide. “Thank you!”
It looks like it physically pains him to pull the keys out of his pocket. “Don’t scratch it,” he grits, dropping them into my palm.
My brow arches. “Or what?”
His voice lowers and he leans in close so no one else hears. “Please, baby. Don’t scratch it.”
I kiss his cheek and strut out the door.
I didn’t scratch it. Not really.
“I’m soexcited for Knotted’s grand opening,” Pacey says from the backseat.
“Me too!”
“I’m so nervous,” Liv admits. “What if no one shows or ever buys anything?”
I glance over at her quickly as I’m trying not to scratch Travis’s second baby. The first is obviously Cinnamon—who basically lives full-time with him now. Guess that makes me third. Boo.
“It’s going to be amazing. People will show and they will buy stuff,” I tell her.
“Yeah,” she says, her voice not convincing at all.
I ease into the lot of Whole Foods and shift into park. “I promise it’s going to be great.”
We climb out of the car and hit the store, grabbing all the essentials as fast as possible.
“Hey, isn’t that the band’s ex-manager?” Pacey asks.
My blood pressure climbs instantly.
Calvin stands by a blue sedan, loading his bags into the trunk. I didn’t get to witness his firing, and I was truly bummed. I wanted a front-row seat. Wanted to give him my best ‘fuck off’ smile and wave as they shoved him off the bus into oncoming traffic.
“That’s him,” I say as we approach Travis’s car. Liv and Pacey start putting our things inside, but I can’t stop staring at the back of Calvin’s head. He’s only a few feet away, I could probably spit hard enough to get some on him.
I shouldn’t waste my energy. I’ve been stewing all day, having Katie in my face. I’m too keyed up. I turn, about to open my door, when I hear his stupid voice. “Well, look who it is.”
