Page 14 of Breaking Hollywood

But something drew me over to her, and I was just approaching her car when it suddenly moved, and she ran over my foot.

And that was when everything went to shit. And, after that, no way was I going to admit that I remembered her.

Admitting I remembered her would have meant that she had had an impact on me even if it was only a small one. She didn’t need to know. Knowing that would give her the upper hand, and when it comes to women, I need to be on top every time. Literally and figuratively.

“Well, that was your last chance, Gabe.” Her voice pulls me back. “Call me Speedy again, and you’ll see what happens.”

She’s so argumentative.

Seriously, I’m not used to women giving me shit like she does. They’re usually all, Yes, Gabe. Whatever you say, Gabe. Put it in whatever hole you want to, Gabe, no matter how I speak to them.

But not Speedy. She doesn’t take my shit. She’s quick-witted and feisty. Different. And, oddly, I like that about her.

It makes her even hotter.

“And what are you gonna do if I call you it again?” Of course, my tone is mocking. Gotta bait if I want to get a bite.

It’s like a game of verbal chess.

Waiting to see what barb she’ll say next, it’s entertaining as fuck. Has my heart beating faster and my dick getting harder. Who knew insults turned me on so much?

Her small body tenses under my arm. “Guess you’ll find out if you call me it again.” Her tone is edgy.

Oh, yes.

And, obviously, because I can’t help myself and I seem to have developed the mentality of a teenage boy when I’m around her, I say, “Bring it on, Speedy.”

She huffs this cute little growly sound that has me grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Is that my punishment?” I mock. “Because I thought you had more in you than that, Speedy.”

“Ha! That wasn’t even close to payback, Hoppy.”

She scowls up at me, and I want to kiss it off her face.

“Gabriel! Oh my word! What have you done?”

We’re interrupted by Agnes, one of the nurses who works here with Tate. Out from behind the reception desk, she comes barreling toward me.

I love Agnes. She’s my favorite. She always showers me with affection and feeds me cookies when I’m here. And it’s not just because of who I am or because she wants on my cock. It’s because she genuinely likes me. And, also, she’s been married to the same guy for forty years, and her kids are older than me.

“She ran over me with her car and broke my foot.” I thumb in Speedy’s direction.

I hear her gasp, and I grin.

God, I’m a dick. And I love it.

“Why on earth did you do that?” Agnes frowns at Speedy.

“I-I…it wasn’t on purpose,” Speedy splutters to Agnes. “It was an accident.”

“I don’t know, Agnes. I think she did it on purpose,” I stage-whisper.

I glance at Speedy, and her face is all pinched and angry. She looks like she wants to murder me in my sleep.

Sexy as fuck.