I wipe my face as I continue. “You’re tall, and I’m pretty sure the seat is pushed back as far as it goes. At least, I assume. I have no idea. I’ve never actually sat over there before. I just—” I glance over to find Noah staring into the car but not getting in so we can go. “What are you doing? Get in. I’m starving.”
“On second thought, I think I might walk.”
“What? Why? Why are you ...”
His eyes darting downward have my words fading away because right there—right in plain sight with no mistaking what it is—is a pair of panties.
Mypanties.
So much for him not seeing the clothes.
I snatch them off the seat and stuff them into my purse.
Not that it does any good. The damage has already been done. Noah has already seen my underwear.
“Sorry about that,” I mumble, refusing to look at him as he slides into the passenger seat.
Just as I suspected, he barely fits. His knees are tucked against the dashboard, and his neck is slightly bent as his head brushes the roof. He looks ridiculous, but it’s nothing compared to how I feel—absolutely mortified.
We’re silent as I fire up the engine and drive us to his place just up the road.
For the entire ride, I pray a pit opens up and swallows us whole. Anything to escape the awkwardness because Noah Stevens just saw my underwear.
My best friend’s older brother. The man I’ve been crushing on since I was a teenager.
And they were my favorite pair.
Chapter Five
Noah
Pale-pink lace. Red hearts. A matching bow.
It’s the only thing going through my mind as Odette’s little white BMW bumps along the gravel road to my place.
Another perk of buying this property was the house. I needed a place and wanted something secluded yet still close to town. Fortune favored me again with finding this place.
It did not, however, favor me when I opened Odette’s car door to find her panties sitting in the front seat.
Pale-pink lace. Red hearts. A matching bow.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to rid myself of the image, but it’s impossible.
They were so small, so delicate. So fucking sexy.
No, Noah. Not sexy. This is Odette we’re talking about here. She’s not sexy. She can’t be.
I inhale deeply and exhale, peeling my eyes open slowly as my heart rate slows. I blink once, then twice, trying to get my bearings.
I’m good. I’m good. Totally good,I tell myself.
Then my traitorous eyes dart right to the purse sitting between us. Right to the material I can still see poking out.
Pale-pink lace. Red hearts. A matching bow.
Fucking hell!
I snap my attention back to the road as Odette pulls up to my two-story traditional farmhouse. She doesn’t even have the chance to shut the engine off before I push open the door and stumble out of the too-small car.
