Page 18 of The Mistletoe Bluff
For now. [smiling devil emoji]
I swallowed down the strange flop in my stomach and rolled my eyes.
Me
Pick me up at nine.
After a moment, I added:
Me
Please.
Oliver Lewis
Well since you said please.
See you in the morning, Maya.
I clicked the screen off and chucked my phone at the headboard, watching it bounce onto the mound of pillows.
A couple weeks with Oliver Lewis as my chauffeur. That wasn’t so bad.
I could do that. Right?
I grabbed my pillow one more time, shoved my face into it, and screamed, just for good measure.
Maya
Oliver was just a little too chipper the next morning as I opened the Jeep door to his smiling face.
“Good morning,” he said. I grunted as I crawled inside.
A flood of his cologne smacked me in the face and I was too tired to stop the words from slipping out. “You smell nice.”
My body locked up in the middle of putting my seatbelt on.Why did I say that?
A too pleased smirk curled his lips, and my cheeks burned. “I mean thecarsmells nice.” I tried to correct myself. “Not you.”
Oliver huffed a laugh before pulling away from my apartment. “If you say so, Maya.”
I gave a dramatic sigh. It was too early for his teasing. I was not a morning person. It didn’t matter what time it was; I simply wasn’t made for mornings.
Refusing to risk saying anything else embarrassing, I sipped at the coffee in my hot-pink travel mug, doing my best to ignore Oliver during the ten-minute car ride. I was just starting to doze off again when Oliver’s phone rang through the car’s Bluetooth, shattering the silence and making me jump.
Oliver glanced at me. “Do you mind if I answer that?”
“It’s your car,” I replied, turning my gaze to the snow outside.
A moment later a British voice was barking through the speakers. “Are you avoiding me, Oliver? You haven’t answered a single one of my messages.”
Oliver tensed, his hands strangling the steering wheel. “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”
“Too busy to talk to your father?”
That was Oliver’sdad? He sounded like a real piece of work. Their conversation hadn’t lasted five seconds andIdidn’t even want to talk to the guy.
Oliver’s shoulders were up by his ears now. “What do you need?” He glanced over at me, and I averted my gaze, staring at the dashboard, forcing myself to count specks of dust to distract myself.
