Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
With that, I left, skirting the bride as I went.
If all went well, I’d be able to get out of here without anyone the wiser.
I squeaked slightly when I had to pass the man who I assumed was Casten’s father and ducked out the side door that I’d seen people using all night when they wanted to slip out for a smoke.
I hit a wall of the noxious fumes, but I kept pushing through.
I smiled when I went up to the taxi, stopping at his open window.
“You give rides?” I asked.
That was a stupid question, and the look on his face in reply to my question said he thought so, too.
“Uh, yeah. I do,” he looked at me like I was nuts.
He was cute, not at all what I expected for a taxi driver.
“Cool,” I said, dropping down into the car.
The driver’s green eyes looked up at me, and he smiled.
A shiver of warning slid down my back, but I tamped it down, knowing this was the easiest and fastest way to get home if I wanted to go.
He started to back out of his parking space, and I looked down at my hands.
“You look very pretty,” the man said.
My stomach clenched.
“Thank you,” I said without looking up at him.
“That dress suits your skin tone,” he continued.
I looked out the window without replying, watching the grape trees pass.
“How old are you?” he asked. “Do you like opera?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”
“Would you like to go to one sometime? I like opera,” he smiled.
I looked up then, seeing his eyes on me instead of the road, and got a sinking feeling.
“Uhh,” I hesitated. “I think I forgot my phone, could you take me back?”
He shook his head. “I can’t. There’s nowhere to turn around,” he said as he passed a driveway, then sped up.
My heart rate started to accelerate, and I held onto the leather of the seat beneath me as I said nervously, “My man is back there; he’ll get upset if he realizes I don’t have my phone.”
“You don’t have a man,” he spoke quickly.
I started to hyperventilate.
Closing my eyes, I realized that I’d made a huge mistake.
But then, the most glorious sound in the world, a set of loud pipes on a motorcycle, sounded in my ears.
I blinked my eyes open and turned to see Casten riding toward us, the red tails of his shirt flapping in the wind behind him in his exuberance to get to me.
“Shit,” the man in the front seat said as he pulled over.
Into a driveway.
“Get out,” the man ordered.
I did.
Gladly.
I poured out of the car so fast that I nearly fell to my knees.
Casten was there to help me, though, and he pulled me roughly to my feet again before sending the man a glare.
“How much does she owe you?” he rumbled.
My heart hadn’t slowed its pace, and I looked at the man over Casten’s shoulder.
His light brown hair was still perfectly in place, but his eyes looked completely different than they had only moments before when I’d gotten in the taxi.
“Free. We didn’t go far,” he lied.
“No, I insist.”
The man shook his head and stomped down on the gas, leaving us in a shower of dust.
Casten pinched the bridge of his nose.
“This isn’t working,” he grumbled.
My stomach still hadn’t recovered from what he’d had to say before, so it sank right back to my knees.
It was hard to hear someone didn’t like you.
Someone that you liked.
“What makes you think that the man you got in that car with was an actual taxi?” he asked.
I thought back to the man that I’d gotten into the car with and shrugged.
“He was in a yellow taxi…” I replied slowly, like I was explaining it to someone who wasn’t quite grasping the correct context.
“Yeah, but did he have an ID hanging up anywhere? Was he wearing the uniform?” he challenged. “Because there are no taxis in Pittsburg. In fact, I’m fairly sure the man you got into the car with wasn’t a taxi driver at all. Not to mention there was no fare button that indicated how much you owed him.”
“Well then, who was he?”
Chapter 10
You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need balls.
-T-shirt
Casten
“Well then, who was he?” she asked nervously.
“Good question,” I replied, helping her back to my bike.
She limped, but I didn’t help her.
I was too keyed up.
She’d gotten into a car with a fuckin’ stranger and I was pissed.
Seriously pissed.
And I didn’t want to say or do anything else that I might regret later.
I tossed my leg over the bike and offered my hand to Tasha.
She took it and mounted the bike directly behind me, not even bothering to go for modesty as she’d done earlier.
I got the same flash of black panties that I’d seen earlier and need slammed into me once again, as it’d done no less than ten times throughout the evening.