sighed. “No, Amy. I’m not working. Can’t I wear a white top without everyone thinking that I’m working?”
Amy frowned. “I’m sorry.”
Billy glared at Brielle, and then smiled warmly at Amy. “Don’t mind her. She didn’t mean anything by it.” He let his eyes trail to her cleavage.
Brielle clenched her jaw, fuming that he’d taken it upon his pompous-ass self to answer for her. She was the date, and he was belittling her in front of the hot blonde waitress. “I’m sorry, Amy,” she said in exasperation. “It’s just you’re the third person to ask me that tonight.”
Amy smiled. “It’s okay, Gabby. So are you eating?”
“Why yes we are, Amy.” Billy smiled charmingly.
Brielle rolled her eyes, wondering how she thought Colt simply leaving a big tip and paying her brother for what the truck was worth could define arrogance. Seeing how self-absorbed Billy actually was, she realized she was truly wrong when it came to Colt.
She sighed impatiently. “I’ll just have a basket of fries and an iced tea.”
“And for you, Billy?” Amy asked.
“A bacon cheeseburger and a beer.” He smiled.
“Alrighty.” Amy jotted down their order. “I’ll be back.” She smiled at Billy again before sauntering away.
Dinner was awkward. The entire time, through their idle chitchat about high school memories, mostly his, Billy kept eyeing the rear end and cleavage of every waitress who passed by. Of course his shallowness wasn’t his fault entirely — he’d gotten his womanizing traits from his father. It was the very reason his mother had left when he was young and had never returned. She felt sorry for the woman who would one day become Billy’s wife, if that fateful event should ever occur.
She watched impatiently as Billy gulped the last of his beer, glad that dinner was finally over. Within a few minutes they were back on the road, headed for home.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Brielle shouted over the blare of the rock music on the radio.
Billy shook his head. “Nope. I’m good,” he shouted back.
But she wasn’t so sure — especially since she’d just watched him guzzle two twenty-ounce beers in less than an hour. She was sure it had affected his senses in some way. She double-checked her seat belt before staring out of her window into the darkness.
When they neared Colt’s farm, Billy slowed down.
“What are we doing?” she asked warily.
“You’ll see.” Billy grinned, turning left down a dirt road across from Colt’s place. The fields here were overgrown as well.
She straightened nervously in her seat. “Billy, I wanna go home now. What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry. My dad owns this property. We won’t get caught or anything,” he reassured smugly.
“We won’t get caught doing what? ”She’d had dates take her out to the fields to tip cows before, but she was sure there were no cows out here.
A safe distance from the road, Billy stopped the truck and turned off the engine. He turned the dial on the radio, the music turning to a soft whisper.
Her eyes widened as she realized what he planned. She started to panic. “Um, I’d just rather go home. I’m not feeling so good.”
“You should’ve eaten more than just fries,” he scolded. Then his voice softened, as did his eyes. He folded the center console up and scooted next to her. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better.”
She backed against the door. “Billy, I wanna go home. This just isn’t right, you and me. We’re not—”
Before she could speak another word, Billy quickly leaned over and forced his thin lips to hers.
Horrified, she tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. She backed her head against the window and turned it to the side, breaking free from his lip lock.
“I don’t wanna kiss you, Billy! Stop!” she shouted angrily.
“Sure you do.” With both of his hands on her cheeks, he forced her to look at him. “You just don’t know it
Amy frowned. “I’m sorry.”
Billy glared at Brielle, and then smiled warmly at Amy. “Don’t mind her. She didn’t mean anything by it.” He let his eyes trail to her cleavage.
Brielle clenched her jaw, fuming that he’d taken it upon his pompous-ass self to answer for her. She was the date, and he was belittling her in front of the hot blonde waitress. “I’m sorry, Amy,” she said in exasperation. “It’s just you’re the third person to ask me that tonight.”
Amy smiled. “It’s okay, Gabby. So are you eating?”
“Why yes we are, Amy.” Billy smiled charmingly.
Brielle rolled her eyes, wondering how she thought Colt simply leaving a big tip and paying her brother for what the truck was worth could define arrogance. Seeing how self-absorbed Billy actually was, she realized she was truly wrong when it came to Colt.
She sighed impatiently. “I’ll just have a basket of fries and an iced tea.”
“And for you, Billy?” Amy asked.
“A bacon cheeseburger and a beer.” He smiled.
“Alrighty.” Amy jotted down their order. “I’ll be back.” She smiled at Billy again before sauntering away.
Dinner was awkward. The entire time, through their idle chitchat about high school memories, mostly his, Billy kept eyeing the rear end and cleavage of every waitress who passed by. Of course his shallowness wasn’t his fault entirely — he’d gotten his womanizing traits from his father. It was the very reason his mother had left when he was young and had never returned. She felt sorry for the woman who would one day become Billy’s wife, if that fateful event should ever occur.
She watched impatiently as Billy gulped the last of his beer, glad that dinner was finally over. Within a few minutes they were back on the road, headed for home.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive?” Brielle shouted over the blare of the rock music on the radio.
Billy shook his head. “Nope. I’m good,” he shouted back.
But she wasn’t so sure — especially since she’d just watched him guzzle two twenty-ounce beers in less than an hour. She was sure it had affected his senses in some way. She double-checked her seat belt before staring out of her window into the darkness.
When they neared Colt’s farm, Billy slowed down.
“What are we doing?” she asked warily.
“You’ll see.” Billy grinned, turning left down a dirt road across from Colt’s place. The fields here were overgrown as well.
She straightened nervously in her seat. “Billy, I wanna go home now. What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry. My dad owns this property. We won’t get caught or anything,” he reassured smugly.
“We won’t get caught doing what? ”She’d had dates take her out to the fields to tip cows before, but she was sure there were no cows out here.
A safe distance from the road, Billy stopped the truck and turned off the engine. He turned the dial on the radio, the music turning to a soft whisper.
Her eyes widened as she realized what he planned. She started to panic. “Um, I’d just rather go home. I’m not feeling so good.”
“You should’ve eaten more than just fries,” he scolded. Then his voice softened, as did his eyes. He folded the center console up and scooted next to her. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better.”
She backed against the door. “Billy, I wanna go home. This just isn’t right, you and me. We’re not—”
Before she could speak another word, Billy quickly leaned over and forced his thin lips to hers.
Horrified, she tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. She backed her head against the window and turned it to the side, breaking free from his lip lock.
“I don’t wanna kiss you, Billy! Stop!” she shouted angrily.
“Sure you do.” With both of his hands on her cheeks, he forced her to look at him. “You just don’t know it
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