“Nothing, so stop trying. It’s never going to happen.”
“Never say never.”
She quirks a brow. “I can safely say never when it comes to me and you.”
“Why? Am I not your type?”
Her forehead creases. I’m not conceited—I know I’m not everyone’s type. That’s what makes our world so diverse and beautiful. There’s someone for everyone, and my book club girlies certainly help prove that with their choices every month.However, I am not convinced Eleanor rebuffed my previous advances for lack of chemistry. I’m at a loss, but I love puzzles, and the more she pushes me away, the more complex a puzzle she presents. Without realizing it, she’s making me more determined to search the depths of her mind.
“I’m not interested in what you are offering,” she settles on.
Oh, this should be good. “What exactly do you think I’m offering?”
“An unsatisfying one night stand. A quick and dirty fuck.”
Blood rushes south as I stare at her mouth forming the words dirty and fuck. Well, that’s going to star in my dreams for some time. Not that she hasn’t featured in a number of them already. I have fisted my cock to the thought of those plump lips more times than I can count.
“Let me get this straight. You made a decision to end us before we began as a result of a one-sided conversation you had, with yourself, about your perception of my intentions?”
Her lips twitch. “I get the most sense when I talk to myself.”
“Someone who only keeps their own council is operating without the checks and balances of the world.”
“I don’t need to talk to anyone about my dating decisions.”
“So, you do date?”
Her lips purse. “No.”
“You won’t entertain an usbecause your perception is that I’m only interested in a one night stand, a ‘quick and dirty fuck’ as you put it.” She sucks in a breath, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Now I get it.”
She snaps her head toward me. “Now you get what?”
A slow grin forms on my face. “Nothing.”
She glances back at the open road, overtaking a slow-moving RV. “That’s not fair. You have something to say, so spit it out.”
Oh no, Eleanor, I don’t think so. I have your number now and arming you with the knowledge of why you are avoidingme will only make you dig your feet in deeper.I’m about to turn her world upside down and inside out. That’s what she’s afraid of, and I don’t think she even realizes it herself.
I reach for the radio and fiddle with the settings. There’re so many damn buttons on this thing. I miss my bike.The lights in the car change from white to pink.
“Stop touching my things,” she snaps.
“But I’m very good at touching things. Give me a chance, and you’ll want me touching allyour things.”
Her gaze slides to mine before refocusing on the road. “Only I touch my things, because I know the precise way I enjoy it.”
Is Eleanor Austin flirting?
I settle on a classic rock station, then adjust the base. The rumble increases beneath the seat in a satisfying vibration. Eleanor’s thighs clench, making my lips twitch. She’s super sensitive. Noted. I move on to the AC, increasing the temperature so a steady heat permeates the air.
“Hunter, stop. It’s uncomfortable,” she says in an exasperated tone.
“Relax. Passenger rules. I’m acclimatizing you for the Texas heat. Don’t want you fainting in my arms when you step out of this refrigerator.”
“Fucking men and their conceited attitude of ‘I know best.’”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
