Page 141 of The Invite
“I’m buying. It’s not up for negotiation.” Flicking his chin toward the shelves, he orders, “Now pick your cravings.”
Well-versed with the determined set to his square jaw, I pick a random packaged box and dump it into the cart.
He narrows his gaze. “I’m going to buy the entire aisle if you’re purposely buying just one, little prey.”
“Ugh… Fine.” Lifting my chin, I stab a finger into his chest. “But I’m paying you back as soon as I get my paycheck. It’s not up for negotiation either.”
He bites the inside of his cheek, fighting a smirk, and nods.
An hour later, he pays at the checkout. After stashing the bags in the SUV’s trunk, we drive back to my place.
Parking in the driveway, I notice something familiar at the end of my neighbor’s sidewalk, my neighbor is hardly ever home. I stare, unblinking, ensuring I’m not hallucinating.
I gasp as a shameful current zaps straight between my thighs when I realize I’m most certainly not imagining it.
Oh my god!
It’s Augustus’s beautiful beast of a bike.
How did I miss it before?
I blame it on the daze I was in when we left for the grocery store. I can’t believe it’s only a few feet away from me afterrepeatedly watching and staring at it on my phone’s screen for countless hours.
It’s so sexy and sleek. Just like the man who rides it.
Muscular, gritty, and bold.
I can’t pull my eyes away and don’t move a muscle to get out of the driver’s seat. I’m not sure my legs will even work.
Two fingers snap in my face and I blink away the trance.
I sense the heat of a telltale blush warm my cheeks as I lock gazes with a smirking Augustus. He curls his hands against the base of my open window and leans forward. “Thinking about riding it?”
I blush even harder, flickering my gaze between him and the bike.
“I know how much my bike turns you on.” His voice drops to a purr as he teases, “So much that you can’t resist playing with your pussy on the couch like a filthy little girl who stalks me on the internet.”
My thighs press together of their own accord, trying to lessen the ache he ignites.
It was futile thinking he missed watching such an intimate moment on camera.
“I don’t stalk you,” I retort past the ball of lust in my throat. “Your video randomly showed up on my feed.”
“Lying is a sin, teach.”
Rolling my eyes, I unlock the door and get out. Ignoring him and his smug face, I stomp to the rear of the car and open the trunk. He appears at my side and yanks the bags from my hand.
“I’ll grab them.”
“You aren’t a gentleman. So, drop the act.”
“I recall you complaining that I wasn’t one last night.”
“If there was one thing I’d want to change in you, this would be very low on the totem pole.”
“And they say women don’t send mixed signals,” he mutters to himself, shaking his head and walking past me while handling all the bags at once. “How about you be a good girl and open the door for me, hmm?”
I glare at his back and follow after him.
