Page 29 of Mr. Infuriating

The smell of her perfume filled the truck’s cab, and for the first time in my life, I cursed there wasn’t any traffic in our small town. I didn’t want this night to end. I gave zero fucks that my ass was going to be dragging in the morning.

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was a full moon tonight,” she observed as we drove along the quiet streets of Lancastle. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That explains it.”

My glance briefly left the road to look at her. “Explains what?”

With wide eyes she turned toward me. “You heard that?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle when a small hiccup escaped her. “I don’t think you were as quiet as you think you were, darlin’.” I asked again, “Explains what?”

“Me going home with someone I just met.”

The way she phrased it made me think she had more in mind than a car ride home, and my cock jumped up and took notice. He was on board with the idea, one hundred percent.

Hell,Iwas on board with the idea. The thought of her soft body underneath mine, kissing her perfect bow lips while my hands roved along her curves… fuck yes.

Except for that one small detail. She thought I was the “infuriating Jerk of the Year”. She just didn’t know we were one in the same. No, she wasn’t looking at me now like she thought I was a jerk. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes.

When my GPS announced her house on the right was in one hundred feet, I slowed my truck. All the colonial brick houses in her upscale subdivision looked similar, so I wanted clarification which was hers before pulling into a driveway.

Gretchen pulled her phone from her purse and clicked some buttons. A second later, a garage door opened.

She gestured to the lit-up garage. “It’s that one. You can just pull in.”

I knew if I pulled my Ford into that stall, I wouldn’t be leaving until morning.

I had an ethical decision to make.

Chapter Ten

Gabe

I’m just making sure she gets inside safely, I told myself as I drove my truck into one of the three empty stalls in her garage like I owned the place.

“Wow. Your garage is huge.”

“Yeah, when my ex cleaned out his stuff, it freed up a lot of space.”

“You’ve got so much room for storage.”For things like kitchen cabinets.

The thought was a somber reminder of the notice our attorney had sent her earlier today.

Gretchen looked around, as if just noticing how much room there was.

“Yeah. Maybe I can start an online store or something.”

“An online store? Doing what?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m going to need to do something though.”

She opened her door and hesitated before getting out. I didn’t know if she was reluctant to end the night or because she wasn’t able to get out on her own.

“Hold on, let me help you,” I told her and quickly got out of the truck to go around to the passenger side to help her. My F150 had running boards, but I wasn’t sure how steady she was on her feet. But that didn’t explain why after she was on the ground, one of my hands lingered on her hip while the other was still holding her hand.

She was a magnet that I was drawn to touch.

I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt the connection. Her wide eyes staring up at me told me she felt it, too, without her having to say a word.

“Do you want to come in?” she whispered breathlessly. “I don’t have any beer, but I have wine, and maybe a bottle of whiskey or rum. Or some coffee?”

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