Looking up, I see that he’s taller than I realized when he was sitting down—at least six foot four. I like the feeling of being tiny next to him.
He guides me through the crowd, which seems to part for him too easily. I tap Mel on the shoulder as I pass by, and she turns to me with an enormous smile and a thumbs-up.
She mouths,Text me, and I nod to confirm.
Once we get out on the street, it starts to sprinkle. He quickly pulls me over the slick sidewalk, and we come up to the shiny black-and-red sports car I saw earlier. He must click a buttonbecause the doors open automatically, twisting toward the sky to reveal a red leather interior.
“Yikes,” I say under my breath.
He laughs out loud. “Yikes, huh? You’re adorable.”
I turn to him, annoyed at the word choice. “Adorable?”Ouch.
“Yes.” He stares down at me, hair shiny from the misting rain.
The streetlights somehow make him look even more out of my league. Perfect jawline. Perfect physique. Fancy suit. Fancy car.
“I don’t want to be adorable.” I pause, trying to envision the type of girl he should be with. “I want to be...sexy.” I am going to cry tomorrow when I remember all the embarrassing things I said tonight.
“You are sexy.” His hands are in his pockets as he stares at me, and it starts to rain a little harder.
Isn’t he concerned about the damage to his red leather seats?
“Okay, but . . . I want to be only sexy, not adorable.”
“That’s unfortunate because you are equally both.”
We’re getting soaked. After a few more seconds of staring at me, he gently tugs my hand to lead me into the vehicle. I settle inside, still holding his hand. He pushes a button, and the door starts to close while he walks around to the driver’s side. He makes climbing into the low body of the car somehow look effortlessly hot.
“I just feel like it would be fair to warn you that I have my location enabled on my phone. My friend can find meanywhere. So, don’t try any funny business.”
His hand is gripping the steering wheel, and again, I’m obsessed with the display of veins as he maneuvers the vehicle through the streets.
“If I was going to try any ‘funny business,’ I would make sure to get rid of your phone first now that you’ve told me that.”
Dang it. He’s totally right.
“Well...I also have a tracking device...embedded in my hip.” I’m really not a great liar. I’m actually the world’s worst.
“Hmm, I’ll be sure to pay attention to that.”
He’s got a sexy smirk on his lips. The alcohol content in my blood is the main reason I’m not throwing up from the nerves tickling my stomach at the mention of how naked we are about to be. I turn to watch him drive for a few seconds, but his eyes stay forward.
“So . . . you’re single, right?”
I might be intoxicated, but I really don’t have any interest in making enemies with whatever exotic creature this man could potentially be in a relationship with. I’m a bit worried right now that faithful males don’t exist in the world anymore.
“Are you?”
The streetlights are shining over his form, enhancing the muscular frame clearly hidden underneath the tailored black suit.
“Yes.” I almost tack on,as of this morning, but I don’t want to share the sob story of my cheating ex with this man.
I’m someone else tonight, an elusive woman who regularly meets sexy strangers and rides home with them in cars worth more than everything she owns—times a thousand.
He pulls into an underground parking garage and parks in a special little bay with a door right at the entrance.
We both get out, and he leads me over to the elevator. I’m not surprised when he presses the button with thePon it, but it’s not something I’ve ever witnessed happening in real life.
