“I didn’t know. I’m—”
“No, don’t. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t sorry me.”
“I won’t sorry you,” I repeat.
She’s still moving on her own but with my support, and she’s heading in the direction of the driver’s seat. “I’m driving. Let’s get you over to the passenger side.”
“No, I have to get in this way.”
I want to laugh at the cute display of drunken behavior, but I know she’s going to feel like shit in the morning and probably be mortified.
“Is there something wrong with the other door?”
“Kinda,” she says. “It has to be unlocked from the inside.”
Just as I’m about to explain to her that I can unlock it once I get inside, she unlocks the driver’s door and climbs in, obviously forgetting she’s in a dress.
After an unexpected accidental glance at the world’s most perfect ass, accessorized with a white lacy thong, I decide to close my eyes and save myself from being the pig I’d rather be.
She plops down into her seat, pulls the belt across her chest, and clips it into place. “Do you know how to drive a stick?” she asks with a suggestive raised brow.
“Is that a loaded question?” I reply.
“No, I don’t have a stick,” she says. “Only you do.” Kai whispers the last part.
The man I once was, a day ago, would respond with a comment about my stick being a tree trunk, but I’ll keep my dirty jokes to myself for the moment.
“You call a man’s penis a stick?” I ask.
She gasps, horrified about something I said. I’ll go with penis. “No!” she blurts out.
“You kind of just did,” I argue.
Kai throws her head back against the seat. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Okay. Well, yes I’m familiar with a standard stick-shift.”
“That’s what I meant,” she continues.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Don’t argue with me,” she snaps.
“Why?”
A groan growls from her throat, and I’m having a rough time stopping myself from poking her, but my only intention is to get her somewhere safe tonight, so I’ll focus on that.
“Take a left out of the lot and stay straight until you see signs for the highway.”
“Got it.” Signs for the highway pop up, and I merge over to the on-ramp.
“Why did you do that to me tonight?”
I glance over at her for a split second before switching lanes. “I already told you why.”
