He glances over once the car has stopped.
“Are you okay?”
“I get a little delirious when I’m tired. The next few months should be a lot of fun.”
He lifts one hand from the wheel and combs his fingers through his hair.
“Thanks for the date. I had fun.”
“It wasn’t a date,” I argue.
“Dinner, great banter, dropping you home at the end of the night. Definitely a date.”
“Ah, no. See, a great date always has to end with a kiss.”
His eyes bounce between mine and then drop to my lips.
“Is that right?” he muses.
“Yep, so you don’t need to worry. We haven’t ruined your non-dating reputation.”
“I don’t care about my reputation,” he says as I throw the car door open.
“Wait,” he barks when I twist around, ready to figure out how I’m going to get down.
“I’ve got this.”
“No, you don’t.”
He’s out of the car in a heartbeat, and the next thing I know, his hands are around my waist and he’s lowering me to the ground.
“Thanks for dinner. It was delicious.”
“The company was good too,” he says, his hand still on my waist.
“It was okay,” I deadpan before attempting to twist away.
It takes him a second to release me, but he does, and I quickly slip around him and race toward the building I can’t get into.
Fuck. How am I going to get away with this?
25
EVERETT
Istand on the sidewalk and watch as Bea walks toward her building entrance.
There’s a part of me that screams to follow her, to make sure she gets in okay. But something shifted in her on the drive here.
She might have been checking me out like she wanted me at the beginning, but as we got closer to her side of town, she began to shut down.
I wanted to push her, to find out what was wrong, but then I remembered that we’re not actually friends. I don’t really know what we are.
We had a great evening together. She’s not like other women I spend time with. She doesn’t just want me for what’s in my pants and my pocket. She was talking to me like she genuinely wanted to get to know me. Not the hockey player, or the fuckboy. Me. It was a headfuck, but in a good way. I think.
I shake my head as her ass sways from side to side as she makes her way down the sidewalk.
My fists curl at my sides as I remember just how she felt beneath them. I couldn’t stop myself earlier. Her ass was rightthere in my face. I had to remember just how good a handful she was.
