very good public transit system, Frenchie.”
She starts to walk down the sidewalk past me but I reach out and grab her wrist, spinning her back to face me. “You know what’s better than city transit? My Aston Martin.”
“If you’re into pretentious vehicles that scream ‘I have a small penis,’ then yes, I guess it is better,” she retorts, but she’s letting me pull her toward the small parking lot where my car is.
I click the remote to unlock the doors, and then I pull open the passenger door and wink at her. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my size.”
Her lips twitch at that, and she says simply, “The details are blurry. I don’t remember much about it at all, really.”
Ouch.
I motion toward the open car door, but she stands perfectly still and just stares at me. Is she really going to get on a bus instead of spending time with me? Really?! “I’ll take you to your barbeque.”
Her eyes grow wide. “How do you know where I’m going?”
“I called the psychic hotline,” I quip back. When the only motion she makes is to cross her arms I add, “Get in the car and I’ll explain on the way there. Promise.”
She sighs heavily and takes a step toward the open passenger door. As she slips by me I whisper in her ear, “I remember every single second of that night.”
“It was a long time ago,” she mutters quietly but with a tone in her voice that says that bothers her. Good. That means she missed me, even though she won’t admit it.
“I know. I’ll explain that too. Eventually.” I slip into the driver’s seat and start the car and glance over at her. I swiftly veer out into traffic and hit the gas pedal. She glares at me through her sunglasses. “How do you know about the barbeque?”
“We have mutual friends,” I reply.
“Who?”
“Relax, Shay, honey.”
“My name is Shayne,” she huffs.
“Whatever, Shay.”
Shayne
His middle name has got to be Arrogant Bastard because that’s what he is. He’s driving with this sexy little smirk on his lips and his eyes are sparkling and he’s winked at me more than once and my God, when did arrogance start making me hot? I could bail on him—jump out of the car at the next stoplight…but I won’t. I sat my ass in this delicious little sports car all by myself because I want to be here. But why does he want me here?
By getting in the car did I just give him the impression it’s totally cool that we had sex, that I still don’t know his last name, and that he just disappeared for twelve days afterward? Is he interested in me? If he is, then why did he disappear? Is this his attempt at another random hookup? If it is, will I give it to him? Is that what I do now?
No. It’s not. I just hate public transit and I’m lazy after a long day of work and maybe, just maybe, if I spend more time around him, maybe this will be something…more. Is that possible? Am I being naïve? Would veteran one-night-standers scoff at my stupidity? “Seriously. Who told you about the barbeque?”
He drives like an Indy 500 champion—fast but in control. His eyes don’t leave the road. And the smirk on his pretty little lips doesn’t leave either. I sit staring at the cocky excuse for a smile, trying to decide if it angers me or creates that damn tingle.
“And how did you know I was going? I need to know which friend shares my personal business with strangers,” I tell him in a clipped tone as I cross my arms like an angry teenager.
“The hosts of the party invited me. You know, your college roommate and her boyfriend,” Sebastian replies flippantly. “They’re great, by the way. It’ll be your loss if you disown them.”
“What?!” I’m beyond shocked. “Audrey invited you?”
He smirks at my reaction, glancing quickly over at me before taking a turn fairly fast. “Josh did. He was at the bar last night too, and I know him. From Sutter Brothers. I just didn’t know he was dating Audrey. Small world, n’est pas
She starts to walk down the sidewalk past me but I reach out and grab her wrist, spinning her back to face me. “You know what’s better than city transit? My Aston Martin.”
“If you’re into pretentious vehicles that scream ‘I have a small penis,’ then yes, I guess it is better,” she retorts, but she’s letting me pull her toward the small parking lot where my car is.
I click the remote to unlock the doors, and then I pull open the passenger door and wink at her. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my size.”
Her lips twitch at that, and she says simply, “The details are blurry. I don’t remember much about it at all, really.”
Ouch.
I motion toward the open car door, but she stands perfectly still and just stares at me. Is she really going to get on a bus instead of spending time with me? Really?! “I’ll take you to your barbeque.”
Her eyes grow wide. “How do you know where I’m going?”
“I called the psychic hotline,” I quip back. When the only motion she makes is to cross her arms I add, “Get in the car and I’ll explain on the way there. Promise.”
She sighs heavily and takes a step toward the open passenger door. As she slips by me I whisper in her ear, “I remember every single second of that night.”
“It was a long time ago,” she mutters quietly but with a tone in her voice that says that bothers her. Good. That means she missed me, even though she won’t admit it.
“I know. I’ll explain that too. Eventually.” I slip into the driver’s seat and start the car and glance over at her. I swiftly veer out into traffic and hit the gas pedal. She glares at me through her sunglasses. “How do you know about the barbeque?”
“We have mutual friends,” I reply.
“Who?”
“Relax, Shay, honey.”
“My name is Shayne,” she huffs.
“Whatever, Shay.”
Shayne
His middle name has got to be Arrogant Bastard because that’s what he is. He’s driving with this sexy little smirk on his lips and his eyes are sparkling and he’s winked at me more than once and my God, when did arrogance start making me hot? I could bail on him—jump out of the car at the next stoplight…but I won’t. I sat my ass in this delicious little sports car all by myself because I want to be here. But why does he want me here?
By getting in the car did I just give him the impression it’s totally cool that we had sex, that I still don’t know his last name, and that he just disappeared for twelve days afterward? Is he interested in me? If he is, then why did he disappear? Is this his attempt at another random hookup? If it is, will I give it to him? Is that what I do now?
No. It’s not. I just hate public transit and I’m lazy after a long day of work and maybe, just maybe, if I spend more time around him, maybe this will be something…more. Is that possible? Am I being naïve? Would veteran one-night-standers scoff at my stupidity? “Seriously. Who told you about the barbeque?”
He drives like an Indy 500 champion—fast but in control. His eyes don’t leave the road. And the smirk on his pretty little lips doesn’t leave either. I sit staring at the cocky excuse for a smile, trying to decide if it angers me or creates that damn tingle.
“And how did you know I was going? I need to know which friend shares my personal business with strangers,” I tell him in a clipped tone as I cross my arms like an angry teenager.
“The hosts of the party invited me. You know, your college roommate and her boyfriend,” Sebastian replies flippantly. “They’re great, by the way. It’ll be your loss if you disown them.”
“What?!” I’m beyond shocked. “Audrey invited you?”
He smirks at my reaction, glancing quickly over at me before taking a turn fairly fast. “Josh did. He was at the bar last night too, and I know him. From Sutter Brothers. I just didn’t know he was dating Audrey. Small world, n’est pas
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