but it was more complicated than that. It was a crush.
An evil, evil crush.
It wasn't even flattering to be wanted by a guy like him. He was so well known for being a dog when it came to women. Sabrina knew she was just another spoke in his wheel.
A very big wheel.
She threw her hands up. She had no idea how to pack for Europe. She'd never traveled, except to get to and from school or to get home to see her dad every couple of months.
But she always drove when she could. It took thirteen hours to get from LA to Devil's Rock, Colorado. Each way. But she did it at least five times a year. Even if she just went up for the weekend.
That's how much she hated flying.
And now she was going to fly halfway across the globe.
Thanks to him.
Seven
Nick was peering out the window as they pulled up to Sabrina's house. He was trying to get a good look at the place. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her. He had sudden vision of himself peeking out of windows at her, like his mum used to do down the east end.
He was feeling like bloody busy body!
The house was small, cottage style. Painted a pale blue with white trim and neat as a pin. Just as he'd expected. There were flowers too, but they looked a bit forlorn. Not a gardener then.
That didn't surprise him either.
The front door open and Sabrina walked out, rolling a medium piece of luggage behind her. She had a garment bag in the other hand. The driver took the bags from her as Marley opened the limo door and got out. He stepped to the side and suddenly Nick could see her.
Ahhhhh. There she was. The sight of her was like drinking a tall glass of cool water on a hot day.
She walked toward the limo in skin tight jeans and a big camel colored sweater wrap. On her cute little feet were high heeled black ankle boots. She looked fantastic, even though too much of her was covered up.
She just hit the spot. There was no other way to put it. It reminded him of when he used to smoke. The first cig of the day had felt like this. He was already addicted and he hadn't even had her.
Yet.
He stepped out of the limo and whispered to Marley without taking his eyes off her.
"Marley, go sit up front."
"What?"
He just stared at him.
"Oh, okay Nick. Whatever you say."
Marley made himself scarce as Sabrina walked up to Nick. He was practically salivating as she got closer to him.
"Hello Princess."
"Don't call me that."
"Alright love, whatever you say. Shall we?"
She eyed him warily and then accepted his hand. He guided her into the limo, getting a quick view of her high round bottom. The girl was beautifully built.
It really was a remarkably grabbable ass. He resisted the urge to put both hands on it and squeeze.
He winked at Marley and climbed in behind her, slamming the door.
"Don't call me that either."
"What's that?"
He was distracted by the smell of her. She was sitting as far as she could get from him, but he'd gotten a good whiff when she passed him. She smelled like… lemons. And something else. Something soft and feminine.
An evil, evil crush.
It wasn't even flattering to be wanted by a guy like him. He was so well known for being a dog when it came to women. Sabrina knew she was just another spoke in his wheel.
A very big wheel.
She threw her hands up. She had no idea how to pack for Europe. She'd never traveled, except to get to and from school or to get home to see her dad every couple of months.
But she always drove when she could. It took thirteen hours to get from LA to Devil's Rock, Colorado. Each way. But she did it at least five times a year. Even if she just went up for the weekend.
That's how much she hated flying.
And now she was going to fly halfway across the globe.
Thanks to him.
Seven
Nick was peering out the window as they pulled up to Sabrina's house. He was trying to get a good look at the place. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her. He had sudden vision of himself peeking out of windows at her, like his mum used to do down the east end.
He was feeling like bloody busy body!
The house was small, cottage style. Painted a pale blue with white trim and neat as a pin. Just as he'd expected. There were flowers too, but they looked a bit forlorn. Not a gardener then.
That didn't surprise him either.
The front door open and Sabrina walked out, rolling a medium piece of luggage behind her. She had a garment bag in the other hand. The driver took the bags from her as Marley opened the limo door and got out. He stepped to the side and suddenly Nick could see her.
Ahhhhh. There she was. The sight of her was like drinking a tall glass of cool water on a hot day.
She walked toward the limo in skin tight jeans and a big camel colored sweater wrap. On her cute little feet were high heeled black ankle boots. She looked fantastic, even though too much of her was covered up.
She just hit the spot. There was no other way to put it. It reminded him of when he used to smoke. The first cig of the day had felt like this. He was already addicted and he hadn't even had her.
Yet.
He stepped out of the limo and whispered to Marley without taking his eyes off her.
"Marley, go sit up front."
"What?"
He just stared at him.
"Oh, okay Nick. Whatever you say."
Marley made himself scarce as Sabrina walked up to Nick. He was practically salivating as she got closer to him.
"Hello Princess."
"Don't call me that."
"Alright love, whatever you say. Shall we?"
She eyed him warily and then accepted his hand. He guided her into the limo, getting a quick view of her high round bottom. The girl was beautifully built.
It really was a remarkably grabbable ass. He resisted the urge to put both hands on it and squeeze.
He winked at Marley and climbed in behind her, slamming the door.
"Don't call me that either."
"What's that?"
He was distracted by the smell of her. She was sitting as far as she could get from him, but he'd gotten a good whiff when she passed him. She smelled like… lemons. And something else. Something soft and feminine.
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