When I finally found Rush’s shirt under the couch, I tugged it over my head and used my hair elastic to tie it in the back so it wasn’t swallowing me whole.This looked decent.Right?I mean, nobody at school knew it was his shirt except me … right?
School …
I found my phone on a side table.Shit, I’m late for school!
“Need a ride?”someone said from behind me.
After leaping into the air, I twirled around and faced Frasier and his playboy smirk.Dressed in an old-money white polo shirt, he leaned against the doorframe with one hand stuffed into his khaki pants.
“I’m fine,” I said, peering at Rush, still fast asleep on the couch.
He had turned onto his side, and I spotted the large scars down his back, which looked like they were from some kinda knife fight.
“You sure you wanna be that good girl who misses class after a Thursday night party?”Frasier asked, twirling his keys around his finger and clicking his tongue.“I don’t think that’ll go over well with your good-girl persona.”
“It’s not a persona,” I said, crossing my arms.“Thank you very much.”
“Seemed like a persona when you climbed on top of Calix last night and rode his dick.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment.“I … I did not ride his dick.”
“For everyone to see too.”
Mouth drying, I snapped my gaze up to his.“Nobody saw, except you guys … right?”
His smirk widened.“I dunno.Maybe.You gonna let me drive you to school?”
I narrowed my eyes.“If I don’t, are you going to tell everyone?”
“Come on.I’m not a dickhead, like your stepbrother.”He moved closer to me, standing at least a foot taller with the most attractive scent of cologne that I had ever smelled.“Anything that happens between us, baby, you know I’ll keep it between us.”
Warmth gathered between my legs.Anything that happens, huh?Does he mean …
“Okay, but not because I like you,” I said, checking my phone and realizing that if we didn’t leave, like, right now, I would be in deep, deep, deep shit!“Only because if I walk, then I won’t even make it back before the end of the day.”
Grinning, he nodded toward the door.I glanced around the party to make sure that I didn’t forget any of my belongings and followed him out of the front door.My heart pounded inside my chest.
What has gotten into me lately?Did I really sleep with Calix last night?!
Part of me still couldn’t believe it.And now I was getting into the playboy’s car after he promised whatever happened between us stayed between us?
Fuck, this isn’t going to end well.It never did when a good girl fell for the bad boys.
After sliding into the passenger seat of his Bugatti, I clicked on my seat belt and sucked in a low breath.We’d head right to school, and I would force him to let me out a couple of blocks before the parking lot so nobody saw me getting out of his car.
It was a foolproof plan.
If anyone saw, I knew what kind of rumors would swirl around Redwood.It had happened last semester with Vera and Blaise, one of Redwood’s bad boys.Never mind how many times Jace Harbor, our football star, and his stepsister came to school together!
I didn’t want to be associated atallwith The Crew.
They were bad news, and what had happened last night would never happen again.
Never, never, never again.
To my surprise, Frasier didn’t say much on our way out of this town and back into Redwood, except for when he took a turn that I hadn’t expected and began driving down a back road that definitely didn’t lead to school.
“Just a quick stop,” he murmured.“I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
