“I was wondering something.”
She waited. He only stared, as if expecting her to read his mind.
“What were you wondering?” she finally asked.
His hand moved to her thigh as he leaned forward, his lips getting dangerously close to…
Oh my God. He was trying to kiss her.
“Zane!” she said, putting her hand against his shoulder and forcing him away. “What are you doing?”
He smiled. “We should do this. See what happens.”
“We?” she said incredulously.
“Yeah. You and me.” He leaned in again, as if that cleared everything up.
“You don’t mean you and me,” Emma said, pushing him back harder.
His eyebrows pinched together. “What?”
“You’re drunk,” Emma stated, trying to compose herself. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“So, what, you were all hot for me and now you’re not?”
“I’m sorry?” She couldn’t believe this. “What about Nadine?”
“Nadine?” he asked, looking genuinely confused. “She’s cute and all, and I’d definitely hit that, but she’s not here. If she was, we could all party.”
Emma’s eyes went wide. “What the hell are you even talking about?”
Zane lurched forward with puckered lips just as Emma turned her head, causing his mouth to land clumsily on her ear. She tried to push him away again, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him instead.
“Get off me!” she screamed. “I am NOT interested.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” he snapped back.
Emma couldn’t believe this. She used all her might to shove him away from her. He fell forward just as the cab turned sharply into the next lane, sending his head into the Plexiglas console between the driver and the back seat.
“Fuck!” he yelled, cradling the side of his head. “Shit!”
“Serves you right! You’re supposed to like Nadine!”
He scoffed. “Fuck Nadine. You and I have a thing. You can’t deny it. Why are you suddenly being all ice bitch about it?” He grabbed her again and pulled her toward him.
“You’re an asshole!” She couldn’t fight the fury building in her. She freed her arm and reared back, sending her fist right into his face. She had never punched anyone before, but apparently she was very good at it. He flew backward, hitting the opposite side of the car.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” he cried, holding a hand over his right eye.
“Pull over!” Emma yelled at the cab driver.
The cab swerved to the side of the road.
“Get out!” she spat at Zane.
“What?”
“Get out of this cab right now!”
