“Don’t know yet,” I say coolly.
“Great—you’re spending it with us.”
I’m toughing it out, but deep down inside, I’m in free fall. He’s stirring up all these new feelings in me, all just by inviting me to some fucking party. Knowing my luck, I bet it’ll be some fancy-dress bullshit, too.That’s where I draw the line!
“Thanks, but no thanks, Conley.”
Amy Hitman—the girl who turns down invites to parties she really wants to go to.
“Let me rephrase,” he starts. “As a Campus Driver trainee, the party isn’t optional.”
“You really need to work on your ‘Don’t fuck with me’ voice. Where’s your big-dick energy at?”
“Didn’t you get some the other night? I’m pretty sure you were feeling it then.”
I gasp.
It’d been a whole four minutes since I last thought of that.
And yeah—I definitely felt it. I’ve been reliving it ever since.
“Dude, weren’t we supposed to never mention that again? Remember your whole parking lot speech?”
Say you don’t remember.
“I remember. Which reminds me—if Donovan ever asks, that never happened. Okay? It’s against the rules.”
I open my mouth to shoot something back, but all that comes out is this weird, vaguely bitter laugh.
So smooth.
“So, let me get this straight—you bust my balls over sticking to the rules, while you do whatever the hell you want? Is that how this works?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “You weren’t on the team when we slept together. No rules broken.”
What a little bitch.If he thinks I’m going to let him weasel his way out of this one, he can think again.
“Don’t worry, Lewis. It didn’t exactly leave a lasting impression on me—your secret’s safe with me. You’re the one who keeps bringing it up, by the way.”
Nice.
He takes a step toward me, and I tilt my chin defiantly. Standing here in my sneakers, he towers above me, and it’s funny how all these guys are the same. Undermine their dicks, and they snap into defensive mode.
“You’re full of shit, Amy. I heard the way you were screaming. I’m pretty sure the entire motel did.”
His confidence is overwhelming—in a good way. He’s oozing alpha vibes, and my body is electric. The stuffy, straitlaced Lewis of five minutes ago has exited the building, and here I am standing eye to eye with the guy from the motel room, and it’s all coming flooding back.
“I’ve got the scratches on my back to prove it,” he adds.
His face is inches away from mine, his breath hot against my lips, and suddenly the tension between us is tightening, my mind spinning out of control as my pulse quickens. I’m pretty sure he’s imagining taking me right here against a wall, just to prove a point.I want that.
Somewhere at the far end of the garage, a door slams shut. Lewis’s eyes dart to the side as he takes a step back, and I steady my breath, overcome with an urge to kill whoever just shattered our moment. He rubs his eyes, takes another step back, and sighs.
“I come up here to give you a gift, offer you a job, and invite you to a party. How the hell did that turn into a fight?”
“No idea.”
He rolls his eyes. “So—where was I?”
