Why did I not think about that? Because I can’t remember the last time I paid cash for anything. Literally, anything.
What am I going to do?
Let Me Stay
Havoc
Greer doesn’t have money to pay for her groceries, even though I warned her…Why is that not shocking at all? Women like her always expect the man to pay. It doesn’t matter to her that we aren’t dating, and I just took her here as a favor. She probably has the cash in her purse, but was looking for a man to pay.
Why do I keep doing this to myself with women?
At least it isn’t much that she’s taken me for, but still. I reach into my wallet and pull out a twenty.
“Oh no, I can just put this back and come back later.”
What? There’s no way she’s offering to put back her groceries. “It’s fine.” It really isn’t, but I can grit my teeth and bear it.
“No. No. It’s just a few things. I’ll put them back.”
Mr. Timmons reaches out and places a hand on her outstretched arm. “Let Havoc pay.”
She hesitates.
That must be for show, but it feels real.
Too real.
Her arm returns to her side. “Okay.” Greer turns to me with a half-smile. “Thank you.”
Yeah, I don’t believe that sweet, innocent act. “You’re welcome.” There’s no way I’m ever going to see that money again.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Timmons. I look forward to coming back to hear more about all the lovely decorations your wife picked.” Greer shakes his hand and gives him a warm, almost believable smile.
This woman is going to drive me out of my mind because I can almost believe that as well. Like she wants to see Mr. Timmons’ old stuff.
Ten more minutes. All you need to do is show patience for ten more minutes, and you can drop her off and take care of club business.
Focus on that.
Don’t stare at her as you follow her out to the car. They always have amazing bodies. That’s what draws you in.
She stops at the door to wave at Mr. Timmons, giving me time to open it for her.
When we get on the road, Greer says, “I’ll pay you back.”
“Don’t bother pretending that will ever happen.”
“Excuse me?” Irritation shimmers in her eyes.
“I’m more likely to get struck by lightning than for a woman like you to ever pay me back.” And that’s sadly the truth. We drive in silence.
Absolute silence.
There’s an indescribable tension radiating off Greer. “You can’t really be irritated by me telling you the truth.”
“If it were the truth, I wouldn’t be. But I’m tired of you assuming you know anything about me. Which you obviously don’t. So, I’m going to be polite. Say thank you for the ride. Pay you back. And then have nothing more to do with you since I don’t even need to worry about giving you a friendly smile across the fence.”
Did I misjudge her?
