Rome
You’re not getting into an Uber by yourself in a foreign country.
I snatch my purse and head to the door.
Me
I don’t know if you realized this or not, but I’m a grown woman who can make her own decisions.
I order an Uber for myself and head toward the elevator.
Rome
Trust me, Princess. I’ve noticed.
What does that mean?
I thrust my finger onto the button and wait while the numbers climb. Once the elevator arrives, I step inside with my heels clicking after me. I press L, but before the doors fully close, a hand jolts in between them.
No.
His spicy cologne fills the tight space, and I glare at his mischievous glint in his eye.
My lips part with annoyance. I cross my arms and growl quietly, looking elsewhere.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch his head bob as he drags his attention down my body.
I’m in a simple, long-sleeve black dress with see-through mesh for the arms. It hugs my curves, but the length hits several inches beneath my butt.
It’s classy but still hot.
At least that’s what Quinn said.
Rome snorts.
I whip toward him with warm cheeks. “What?”
If I thought he was attractive in a race suit, then what on earth is this? He has the first three buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to show off his incredibly toned forearms, likely from manhandling his car. His blackslacks are a perfect fit, likely professionally tailored for his long legs, and instead of his hair being messy from his helmet, it’s styled with gel yet still looks effortless.
I catch him eyeing me up and down once more.
“You’re definitely not riding in an Uber alone while wearing that.”
I look at my dress. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
He turns to face the door instead of speaking directly to me. “I’m half tempted to throw my jacket over your body to cover you up.”
The elevator dings.
I step out into the lobby. “I’m wearing more clothes than half of the women you are found taking pictures with.”
“Have you been looking me up online, Princess?”
I shoot him a look of disgust. “Absolutely not.”
He gets closer to me, a grin etched into his chiseled face. “You’re a terrible liar.”
I flip my hair over my shoulder and ignore him. I glance past some members from other teams and ignore each and every one of them.
