Page 68 of Confessions of a Carpool Captive
“Me too, but we can’t—”
“Yes we can,” he interrupts. “Don’t push me away. I’m crazy about you.”
“You are?” I can’t help but smile.
He shakes his head. “For someone who’s fantastic at reading numbers, you sure can’t read men, can you?”
“No. I suck at men,” I respond.
“Come to dinner with me tonight?” he asks. “Let me date you.”
“I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of friends, Finn. I don’t want to ruin this between us. As hot as you are, I’m just not sure it’s a good idea.”
“You think I’m hot?” he asks with a smirk.
“Oh brother.”
“What makes you think dating me will ruin what we have? Maybe it will make us even better.”
I shrug as I wipe a lipstick smear from his face.
“Is that why you came here? To tell me you just want to be my friend?” he asks, tucking in his shirt.
I stare at his torso a little too long. I lift my eyes and he’s grinning from ear to ear. “You don’t need to answer that.”
“I came up here because I was excited. My boss offered me a promotion.”
“What? That’s fantastic! Now you definitely need to let me take you to dinner.”
“Don’t you have an appointment?”
“Yes, I guess I do. I forgot all about it the moment I saw you. But so you know, I’m not letting this go.”
He walks me to the elevator and doubts and fears flood my brain. I thought this was what I wanted, but do I? What if I mess this up and lose him as a friend? I mess everything up. I always choose the wrong guys. There must be something wrong with him. Or maybe there’s something wrong with me. Why can’t I let him in?
I know why. Because deep down inside, I know he’s too good to be true. He winks at me as the doors close. Our kiss still lingers on my lips. There has to be a catch. There’s always a catch, especially in my world.
