Page 9 of Tempt Me
“Oh, fuck off,” he snarls, leaning his head back on the headrest. “You were supposed to be navigating. You said it was a piece of piss, a simple straight road. Why don’t you have GPS in this fuckingcar?”
“Luca doesn’t need it.”
My challenging glare meets his as he lifts his head and gives me such a scathing scowl, it makes my soul wither slightly in response.
“Well, why isn’t Luca driving you here then?”
The fierce jealousy is remarkable. Luca is a good-looking guy. Tall and wide, but not as much as Isaac is, he has dark hair and dark eyes. If things were different, I probably fancy him.
“I wanted you to bring me.”
“Why?”
“So that we could spend time away from my parents, okay!” I yell, letting loose with my devious plan that has gone tits up and ass forward. Tears prick my eyes, which startles me more than it does him.
Taking a calming breath with my eyes closed, I open them again and force a smile on my face, blinking back the tears. “We are fine. Now that I’m not holding on for dear life, I can check the GPS on my phone.”
His blue-eyed stare on me does nothing to quell the nerves raging through me. This man has completely unwound my tightly coiled emotions and turned me into a crying mess. Well, as much of a crying mess as I get. Frustration is something I feel when things aren’t in my control, but I thought this was. Clearly, we are not on the right road.
“No signal,” he says quietly, taking my phone and placing it between us.
“Dammit. Okay, we turn around and go back the way we came. We’ll come across a sign.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?”
Glaring at the rain lashing down against the windshield, the window wipers unable to keep up, I sigh. “If we keep going, I don’t know where we will end up.”
“Heading back down will put us in the landslide. It will be more harrowing than coming up here.”
“I trust you.”
When our gaze locks this time, it’s softer. He is so close to me that I could reach out and cup his face before drawing him into a heated kiss that won’t end there. But then he looks away and shifts the car into gear.
“This time, look for the fucking sign, will you?”
“Yes, sir,” I say sarcastically, giving him a mock salute. The growl I get in response fires up my wicked side. “Oh, wait, that’s not your thing, right?”
“Rue. Do not cross that line. We are already so far up shit creek, do you really want to add to that?”
“Might be fun.” My husky tone affects him. He breathes in deeply and then exhales slowly.
“I need to concentrate, or we will both die on this mountain track.”
The mention of the D-word pulls me into line. I don’t want to die here, not when I’m just getting everything I want from the Society.
Scanning the side of the track for any sort of signage, I chew the inside of my lip. “There!” I exclaim, pointing to a sign that is half falling over and pointing the wrong way. “See, it wasn’t me. It was that sign. You were supposed to go that way.”
“Riiiight,” he drawls, and I swear he rolls his eyes.
Turning the car with precision and very slowly, Isaac maneuvers us onto a road that at least can be called one.
Way more smoothly than before, we head up the steep road, the water gushing down the sides like small rivers.
“That it?” he asks after a few minutes whereby a building looms into view.
“Err, nope. That is some rundown hotel.”
“You know what? Tough,” he snaps. “We are ending this perilous journey right now. This rain has to stop at some point, so we are getting out of this car and procuring ourselves two rooms to wait it out.”
