Page 34 of Rush
I snorted. “You’ll never know.”
“That’s cruel.” His lips quirked, and I knew he was up to his old tricks. Messing with me was his favorite pastime in high school.
“Don’t be such a big baby.”
“It’s Friday night?,” he said, changing the subject. “The perfect night to pull an all-nighter.” ?????
“What did you have in mind?”
“There’s a great rooftop bar in the city,” he replied. “I thought we could go there for a bit and maybe to a club.”
“A club?” I raised my eyebrows. “You?Dancing?” I laughed, slapping my hand onto my stomach.
“Just you wait and see, J,” he said with a smirk. “I’m a fighter. I know how to move my body.”
“That’s not at all sexual,” I said, screwing up my nose.
“It’s supposed to be.”
“In your dreams.” Thinking about the kiss he’d planted on me at the water park, I shuddered…and it wasn’t from revulsion.
Ryan grinned and leaned against the banister. “So? What do you say, J? A night on the turps?”
“You have to dress nicely,” I commanded. “Shirt, trousers, shoes. The works.”
“As long as you do the same, we have a deal.”
I narrowed my eyes, up for the challenge. “Deal.”
“Then you had better get started,” he said with a cheeky smile. “I know how women always take hours to get ready.”
My mouth fell open, and I slapped him on the arm. “Asshole.” Stepping around him, I went back inside, pulled an outfit from my suitcase, and locked myself in the bathroom. I would show him.
Changing in record time, I plastered on some makeup, coloring my lips ruby red, then styled my hair, smoothing through some shine spray to make my red curls sparkle.
Giving myself the once-over in the mirror, I nodded my appreciation. This would do perfectly.
I was wearing one of my favorite outfits—a designer cocktail dress with a high, rounded neckline, sleeveless with an open back. It fell to mid-thigh, the fabric hugging my body like a second skin. The silver embellishments over my breasts were subtle and gave my body definition, and the backless element showed off the curve of my spine. Topped off with some black heels and vampy red lips, I looked hot. Besides, Hunter had hated this dress. All the more reason to wear it now and give him the proverbial middle finger.
Emerging from the bathroom, I was surprised to find Ryan ready and waiting. We saw each other at the same moment, and both our mouths fell open.
He was wearing a pair of black slacks, some shiny black shoes, and a slate-colored shirt. The first few buttons were open, and the material clung to his torso in such a way you knew he was ripped underneath it. He’d rolled up the sleeves, but it didn’t look messy or unrefined…it only accentuated his air of wild attraction. Especially with his tattoo peeking out from underneath.
“Holy shit, J,” he said.
“If my shit were holy, it would be in the Vatican,” I retorted, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
He snorted, raising his eyebrows. “Typical Jade,” he muttered to himself.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You look like a fucking angel, but when you open your mouth…” He shook his head.
“Shit comes out,” I finished for him. “Anyway, that didn’t take hours, did it? Care to take back your insult?”
He laughed, his gaze still stuck on mine. “No, it didn’t.”
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
