Rome scoffs, and his hands land on his hips. “That’s not what you silently told me a few minutes ago.”
I cross my arms defensively. “I didn’t silently tell you anything, and it’s none of your business.”
He pins me in place with a stern look, and my heart skips a beat. The air between us is charged, and he pushes right through it to end up inches in front of me. He grabs onto my chin and angles my face toward his.
I’m stuck, my chest refusing to take in a breath.
“Everything about my engineer is my business.”
My stomach flips, like it’s demanding I give in and tell him every last secret I’ve ever kept.
But then I remember that he’s the enemy–new teammate or not.
“I don’t trust you,” I admit.
His dark chuckle gives me goosebumps.
“I don’t trust you either.”
His lip curves into a smirk, and he finally lets go of my chin. He walks toward the road but stops and glances at me over his shoulder. “It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll just ask your brothers.”
I panic.
My heart jumps to my throat.
I rush after Rome and grab onto his arm. He willingly lets me drag him back into our hidden spot with a stupid, victorious smile on his face.
I uncurl my fingers to cross my arms angrily. “My brothers don’t know, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Rome presses himself onto the brick wall and kicks one leg over the other lazily. His hands disappear in his pockets, and helooks like he’s posing for an ad, showcasing the sleek suit he’s wearing.
He’s too talented as a driver to also bethisattractive.
It’s unfair to the rest of the male population.
“I’m listening, Princess.”
I sigh loudly with a roll of my eyes. “It was at the prize ceremony. He had a lot to drink and got handsy. That’s it.”
“Got handsy?” he repeats. “How so?”
My face heats.
I’m downplaying the situation, and he knows it.
“You know…” My words fade, but he doesn’t bite.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve never gotten handsy with a woman who didn’t beg for it.”
I shift on uneasy feet, my thighs pressing together briefly.
“Maybe I begged for it at first,” I say, lying.
He surveys me closely. “Did you?”
I look away.Of course I didn’t.
He snickers. “That’s what I thought.”
