Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“I’d be an idiot to refuse a ride from a pretty girl.”
“Girl.” I make a noise in my throat. “Ha.”
He used to make me feel like a girl, but tonight, I’ve felt like a woman. Even though it didn’t feel…romantic or…overly flirty, I get the feeling that Drew is holding back for some reason.
“Give me your keys, and I’ll drive,” he offers, holding out his hand.
I stare at that massive palm; the calloused fingers, his thumb.
Shiver.
“Alright.” Yeah. He can drive. I’ll give him that.
If Drew was a sexist prick, I’d refuse him my keys, but he’s not. He lets me lead, and he lets me boss him around, but at the same time, he’s a gentleman and treats me like a sexy female.
He hasn’t made any moves. He’s way too polite for that.
But if he thinks I didn’t just catch him checking out my boobs, think again, buddy.
He’s good at hiding it, but he’s not that good.
And when he puts his hands at the small of my back, guiding me through the exit door and out into the huge, crowded parking lot, I shiver again.
He leaves it there while we walk the long row to my car.
He opens the passenger side door for me, then closes it while I buckle my seat belt.
We don’t have much to say while he’s navigating through the parking lot and turning right onto the main road. He knows the way back to my brother’s house, but something nags at me.
I’m not ready for him to leave.
I’m not ready for him to go back to Grady’s place.
I’m not ready for him to go to the airport tomorrow.
Shit.
It’s not as if we’re drunk; we danced and sweated most of the alcohol out of our systems until we were as sober(ish) as we were at the beginning of the afternoon, so what’s my excuse for what I’m about to say?
He doesn’t need to come home with me.
We weren’t pawing at each other. We weren’t making out (like Grady was). We weren’t dry humping each other on the dance floor, much as I would have loved to.
Ha!
Fuck it.
I’m just gonna do it.
Don’t be a wuss, Tess.
Shoot your shot.
It’s not your place, it’s Miranda’s.
She isn’t going to care. It’s not like you’re sleeping on her couch the way Drew is sleeping on Grady’s; you’re in the spare bedroom.
I wring my hands in my lap, debating.
Wine.
Miranda has wine. I can invite him in for some of that?
You don’t drink wine, and neither does he.
Ugh.
“If you’d rather not go back to my brother’s place and listen to him having honky-tonk sex, you’re more than welcome to come to Miranda’s with me, where it’s quiet,” I blurt out.
Drew bursts out into laughter. “Honky-tonk sex?” he repeats. “What the hell is that?”
“You know—finding someone at the dance hall and bangin’ ’em.”
“She’s part of the wedding party, yeah?” He has his eyes on the road, and the oncoming headlights are doing wonders for the color of his eyes and the dark slashes of his eyebrow. He looks mysterious and sexy.
“So…wedding party sex?”
“That’s more like it,” he amends. “That blonde, don’t know what her name is.”
“Chelsea,” I supply.
“Ahh. There’s always a Chelsea, isn’t there?” Drew studies the road, and I appreciate the fact that safety is his primary concern. He’s not flirting with me, but a stolen glance at my rack would be nice. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind the peace and quiet.” His hands grip my steering wheel. “And maybe rinsing off in the shower?”
My face gets red. “Doesn’t a shower sound amazing? I think Miranda’s rock drummer wannabe boyfriend has probably left some clothes behind.”
“That dude?” Drew laughs. “He’s tiny, man. He’s like half my size.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful. You aren’t gonna wanna lie around in that stinky gross polo shirt after you’ve rinsed off.”
He pulls at the collar. “What? You think I’m stinky and gross?”
“I haven’t gotten a proper whiff of you,” I tease. “I’ll smell you when we get to my place.”
I catch his smile and study his profile.
So handsome.
“At the light, turn right.”
He nods. “Gotcha.”
CHAPTER 18
DREW
WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU I’M SINGLE BECAUSE NO ONE BELIEVES I’M SINGLE?
I barely fit beneath the showerhead, but I manage, only needing to rinse my lower half anyway and dipping my head to wet my hair. I told myself this was going to be quick, not wanting to make it weird with a full-on shower. Water sluices down my body and pools at my feet before disappearing down the drain.
I stare at my limp cock.
“Sorry, dude. We’re not goin’ to have any privacy tonight.”
My dick doesn’t respond, only continues to rest against my thigh, pouting.
Neglected little bastard.
Tess was able to scrounge up a pair of clean boxer shorts, and beggars can’t be choosers so when I’m toweled off, I lift them from the bathroom counter and give them a once-over.