Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
"Goddamn," he rasps, breaking away when a car door slams in the parking lot below. "Been waiting to do that since the arena."
I press my hot face to his throat, my mind reeling. I'm in way, way over my head with this man. And not even Jordan's threats are going to stop what's happening between us. It's far too late for that.
"Hell no," he growls thirty minutes later, staring at my Mercedes GT as if it just pooped on his carpet. "We're not taking your car."
"Yes, we are." I smirk at him. "I'm babysitting you. That makes me the boss of this trip. And the boss says we're taking my car. I adore my car. Rome bought it for me as a graduation present last year. It's small and flashy, but I love it.
"Temptation, if I try to fit in that goddamn thing, my feet are going to power through the floorboard. I'll be able to Flintstone us to New Mexico." He points at the car accusingly. "They didn't make it for a motherfucker my size."
"Well, they didn't make your truck for a woman my size," I say. "If I try to drive it, we aren't even going to make it out of the parking lot before I wreck."
"Wreck my truck and I'll be spanking your pretty little ass."
"How do you expect me to drive it when I can't even reach the peddles or see over the dashboard, Atlas?" I huff at him, annoyed. "I'm not built like freaking Goliath over here." I'm not even sure I'm capable of getting into his truck. I don't think it's lifted, but it's huge.
He glances at me and then at the truck and then back to me. "Fucking hell."
"The driver makes the rules."
"Yeah? You think so?"
"It's the law," I say primly. We both know I'm full of it, but his smile is awful arrogant. And hot. Lord, whichever angel crafted this man deserves a high five and a raise.
"Mmhmm," he says. "Get in the truck, Temptation. We're going to my place."
"What? Why?" I ask, suddenly wary.
"Because you can't drive my truck and I can't fit in that piss-poor excuse for a car. We're going with Option C."
"What's Option C?"
"You'll see."
"Why does that sound so ominous?"
"Because you have trust issues. Get your pretty ass in the truck."
Chapter Seven
Atlas
"Would you stop side-seat driving and leave me alone?" Gabbi says, grinning cheerfully as she zips in and out of traffic like a crazy person in my Challenger Hellcat. "You should be sleeping anyway."
"Not with you driving," I mutter. Either she's been fucking with me intentionally all day or she really does treat the road like her own personal racetrack when she's behind the wheel. I have a feeling the answer is a little of both. She's far too comfortable driving like a maniac…which she's been doing for the past few hours.
"You're speeding again."
"I'm going 70!"
"The speed limit is 65."
She shoots me a death glare. "You are the worst passenger ever, just in case no one ever told you. Next time, we're taking my car so you can't complain."
"There won't be a next time, Temptation. My new goal in life is to never need you to drive me anywhere ever again," I say wryly. "Matter of fact, my new goal in life is to make sure you never drive anywhere ever again, period. How many accidents have you been in?"
"None."
"Liar."
"Fine. One."
"Try again."
"Three, but one was only half my fault."
"How is half of an accident your fault?" I ask, truly mystified how that's possible. I unzip my bag while waiting for her to answer and grab a neck pillow. If she's going to kill me, I might as well be comfortable when I die. "That's like saying half a murder is your fault."
"I mean, maybe it is." She shrugs. "How should I know? I've never murdered anyway. Would you like to let me test your theory on you?"
She's definitely fucking with me now.
This is going to be a helluva long drive if she keeps being this goddamn cute and feisty. Erections aren't supposed to last longer than four hours. This is day three. At this point, fucking her is necessary for the survival of my cock.
"Explain, Temptation."
"A car was trying to merge in traffic and side swiped me. I freaked out a little bit and swerved into another car. So see? Only half of that one is my fault."
"I'm not even going to ask about the other two," I mutter.
"I ran over an old lady and then took out a store front."
I can't tell if she's joking or not. She sounds serious. And then she laughs, letting me know she's fucking with me again.
"You look like you're thinking about jumping out right now."
"Considered it," I admit. "But if you freaked out and swerved into another car merging into traffic, I'm guessing having me launch my big ass out of this car would end in a catastrophe. I happen to like my car with all the pieces attached."