Page 152 of Bottles & Blades

He glances up, as though shocked that other people exist on Earth with him.

And given the brand of that suit—something I know because my boss, Jean-Michel Dubois, wear’s the same expensive designer—this man doesn’t likely interact with the common people.

“Whatareyou doing?” he snaps back.

“This is my Lyft.”

I yank at the door, start to step into the opening.

But before I get there, his hand is on my arm, stopping me.

“Don’t touch me,” I growl.

He steps back, breaking contact, and lifting his hands, palms out in surrender. “Fuck, woman.” A scowl that does nothing to dampen the model-esque beauty of his features.

Gorgeous face.

Sexy body thatfills outthat expensive suit—broad shoulders, flat stomach, thick thighs.

Too bad he’s an asshole.

Something he proves by what he says next.

“I don’t know what mental hospital you’ve just checked yourself out of, but I have a meeting I need to get to”—he nods at the car—“inmyLyft, and I don’t have time to fuck around.”

I glance at my phone screen then back up at the car.

The make and model match.

My app tells me my ride is here.

And this asshole is trying to take my car?

What’s he even going to do when it takes him to the wrong place?

Part of me is tempted to step back and let him find out.

The rest of me is outraged.

Because I have far too much experience with men being assholes and trying to take advantage of me.

“I don’t have time to ‘fuck around’”—I make air quotes—“either. I have important things to do this evening too.”

It’s a lie.

For once, I’m not working tonight.

My plans are to soak until I’m turned into a wrinkle puddle of woman in my bathtub, drink and entire bottle of Oak Ridge wine, and then pass out with a cooking show on in the background.

But this man doesn’t know that.

And, frankly, his meeting isn’t more important than my life.

I lift my phone, pointing the screen in his direction. “This ismyride. See?”

His expression hardens, but only for a moment before he leans in and seems to stare at my phone. He straightens and something strange crawls across his hazel eyes.

It almost looks like amusement.

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