Miss you, Mom. Even though you’re not with me in person, thanks for finding a way to get me a birthday waffle.
I take a breath and blow out the flame.
Chapter Twenty-Five
We’re in the truck and leaving the Vegas limits when Maverick says all casually, “So. Last night.”
I cringe. “Please forget what I said. I was drunk.”
“I know.”
“Good. Right. So, can we just pretend it never happened?”
“Pretend what never happened?” He glances over at me as we come to a stoplight.
I wave my hands in the air like I can magically make this awkward-ass conversation come to a merciful end. “Pretend that, you know. Pretend I never propositioned you. Please. Or better yet, forget it ever happened. That would probably be easiest.”
“Do you want me to forget it?” Maverick asks me carefully. “Is that your birthday wish?”
Why didn’t I wish for that?“Yes,” I say.
Silence.
Then—
“Okay,” he says. “Consider it forgotten.”
Thank God.
Except—
I still want to have sex with him.
Just one time.
Okay, maybe twice.
But I don’t want to say it sober. It would make me seem desperate, and I’m not desperate. I’m just looking for a rebound.
“Unless…” Maverick says as he drags the word out slowly.
I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them tightly. “Unless what?” I say in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Unless you do want me to fuck you.”
I bang my head against the back of the seat. “You’re dirty.”
“I am. Do you like it?” His hand reaches over. He unclasps my hand from my knee and takes it into his. “Do you want me to be bossy in bed, Hannah?”
Oh, shit. My panties are going to be soaked if he keeps going.
“Because I think you do. I think you like the idea of me being bossy when I fuck you.”
I do like it.
The idea of giving up control to Maverick for a night turns me on as much as it terrifies me.
“Your call.” His thumb strokes my hand. “I’m up for whatever you want.”
