Page 17 of Cold Foot Revenge
Losing her mind, she allowed him to pick her up and press her against the rail of the elevator as she wrapped her legs around him.
God this was fun. Fun and different and exciting and she felt alive for the first time in so damn long!
Dylan could kiss. Oh, that man knew exactly what to do with his mouth to keep her wanting more and more.
The elevator dinged, and he set her down in a rush and backed off her by a few feet.
Shocked, she righted herself and pressed the back of her hand to her swollen lips as the door opened on the second floor, and a couple of men in business suits got in.
They both had their backs to her and Dylan, and Dylan was staring at her with this deliciously wicked glint to his eyes.
She’d just made out with a human in a hotel elevator.
Why did this feel so wild and crazy and forbidden right now?
It felt like they had a secret, just the two of them, and no one else in the world knew.
She hid her blush and her smile as the elevator doors opened on the first floor, and she kept her eyes downcast as she followed the business suits out.
Dylan was behind her, and she felt the brush of his fingertips on her hips as he murmured, “This way. I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Oh, but my car is parked in the front,” she explained as she pointed the opposite direction they were walking.
“I mean I’ll walk you to your car after I bring you back here. After dinner.”
Her mouth fell open. He couldn’t be serious. “Dylan, even if I was okay with you paying for a meal for me, I’m not even dressed for a steakhouse.”
“You look great,” he said, and she could hear the truth in his voice.
Her mind was racing. All she had to change into in the back of her car was stripper clothes. She thought of all the pieces she kept in the duffel bag back there, but none of them were modest in any way.
Currently she was still wearing a pair of cut-off 501 jean shorts with rips on the thighs, and a lavender tank top that showed her black bra straps. Flip flops clacked on her feet with each step she took.
“I’m going to be out of place,” she pointed out.
Dylan opened the side exit for her and when she came to a stop just outside the hotel, he let the door swing closed, and he gripped her shoulders gently. “Or…hear me out…you just don’t worry about any of that stuff and you let yourself have fun tonight. My parents are cool. They won’t judge you. Like I said, they’ve met a million girls. This is no big deal. When do you go to work?”
“Ten. Ten o’clock.”
“I’ll have you back way before then.”
Okay, she was kind of glad that he wasn’t asking her to call in sick or offering to pay for her time tonight instead of her going to work. He was just asking her to go enjoy a dinner with his parents. “No strings attached?”
“None.” Truth. She did really appreciate how honest this human was. She could tell if he was lying, and so far, so good.
“Just have fun. Forget about your world for a little bit.” He arched his eyebrows and leaned in closer. “Just breathe, little yote.”
She huffed a strange sound. It was a mixture of a laugh of relief and a sob. To just breathe and forget all her troubles for a little while? That sounded nice.
She clutched her side purse closer to her. “I have thirteen dollars I can help with dinner.”
“Let me do this one thing for you so we can just have fun. You don’t owe me anything. You’re actually doing me a favor,” he said as he walked away.
“What kind of favor?”
“My parents have been on my shit about not dating much lately. They want grandkids. You’ll distract them.”
“Whoa, your parents are wanting you to get married? Why? That sounds terrible.”
