I can’t remember the last time I felt desire, never mind desire for a man I barely know. And I’ve never felt it for one who yelled at me.
The slamming of the hood snaps me from my thoughts and I focus on the view through the windshield.
Garrett.
“You need a tow.” It’s the only explanation I get before he pulls his phone from his back pocket and makes a call.
Is he calling a tow truck? Am I supposed to call one?
Confused, I ease out of my seat and go over to where he’s standing.
“Thanks.” He hangs up as I stop next to him. “Get your stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“I don’t know, handbag, phone, whatever.”
“O…kay.” I eye him, hoping for more information, but Garrett seems to be a man of few words and I get nothing more than that damn arched eyebrow.
Whether this is his usual state or because he’s found himself helping a woman he barely knows, I can’t guess. And honestly, I need to do what he says whether I call a tow truck or leave the car here until tomorrow.
He watches me as I walk back to the driver’s door, open it, and lean inside. I only have my keys and phone with me. Iskipped the bag tonight because I couldn’t be bothered finding the right one to go with my outfit. That should have told me tonight’s date was going to be a disaster.
Grabbing my phone from the passenger seat, I glance up and find Garrett still watching me. His stare intense.
His gaze doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. It does the opposite. I like him looking at me. Like the way he studies me as I move and the flare of attraction in his gaze that sparks a corresponding one inside me.
After the last few months, Garrett’s attention is an ego boost I had no idea I needed.
Or want.
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GARRETT
Fuck.
Seeing her ass sticking out of the Jag has my brain and body getting some seriously dirty ideas. Like bending her over the hood I just shut and fucking her through it.
Dragging a hand down my face, I try to rein in my thoughts. The last thing she needs is me drooling all over her. She’s going to have to find another way home once Frank shows up with his truck. Speaking of, I glance down the street. We should get off the road until he gets here.
“We can wait over there.” I tip my chin in the direction of the sidewalk.
Unlike the douche who left her at the restaurant’s door, I wait for her to join me before leading her off the road with a hand on her lower back.
A hand I have no right putting on her. Especially when I haven’t reined in my imagination and the heat pouring through her dress into my palm has me wondering how hot her skin is. How hot it would get if I made her come. Shoving those thoughts down, I concentrate on getting us off the road.
Once we’re situated near the building, she turns her head and meets my gaze. “What are we waiting for?”
“Tow.”
She laughs, a soft, rumble of amusement that has my dick twitching in my pants. “AKA a tow truck to tow my car? And where are we towing it?”
“My place.”
Her sculptured eyebrows disappear beneath her hair. “Your place?”
“Yep. My place.”
