Page 39 of Wildcat
“Frankie’s a friend,” he says simply. “Is Lewis expecting you?”
“Yeah. He’s still here.”
“How are you getting to your date?”
He knows exactly how I plan to get there; he is so not driving me to a date...with another guy.
“Thank you for the ride and for working your Leo Lohan magic on my car service, but I can take it from here.”
His brows raise defensively. “It’s no problem, Scarlett. I’ll wait.”
I consider arguing, but doubt he’ll listen anyway.
The arena is mostly empty at this hour and my heels clack on the floor as I navigate the quiet halls. After I drop off the form with Lewis, I turn back around, heart racing faster with each step closer to the parking lot. Leo is still parked at the curb, staring straight ahead with a frustrated scowl.
I told him I had it from here. I don’t know why he keeps insisting to help, if he’s going to be all pissy about it.
“Look,” I say when I take a seat inside the car and he doesn’t make any move to go. “I think it’s best if—”
Whatever protest I was about to make dies on my lips as Leo wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulls me closer, and covers my mouth with his.
Shock makes me slow to respond, but when his tongue slips past my lips, I press my mouth to his harder and give into the crazy desire I feel every time he’s near. His kisses are all-consuming and the only thought in my head ismore.
I might not like the idea of dating another professional athlete like Leo, but I do like him. Especially when he’s kissing me.
He pulls back too soon, leaving me breathless.
“Sorry.” His voice is gruff. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
I press shaky fingers to my swollen lips. Wow. I forgot what that felt like. No. That’s a lie. I remember, I’d just been pushing it way down past the frustration and heartbreak of Rhyse and finding out Leo is another selfish athlete.
Though, the more I get to know him, the less I believe that. It may have just been a team get-together he left, but he did drop everything to help me tonight.
He starts the car. “Where am I taking you?”
“What?”
“Your date or whatever. Where is it?” His scowl returns, and he refuses to look at me while he waits for my answer.
And just like that, frustration burns. Seriously? His mood swings are giving me whiplash. Whatever. He wants me to date someone else, then great, glad we’re on the same page.
I tell him the address and sit back in the seat, silently fuming as he drives. His hands wrap around the steering wheel at ten and two and he stares straight ahead.
Even if Chad is gone, I’m going to the bar, ordering a drink, and hitting on every cute guy I see. Take that, Leo Lohan. What kind of game is he playing?
He pulls in front of the restaurant, and before I can flee, he hits the lock button, keeping me inside.
“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done that.”
My cheeks flame with anger and humiliation. “It’s fine.” I try the handle. “Let me out.”
“I like you,” he says.
“Yeah, obviously.”
“It’s just—”
I squeeze my eyes shut. I physically cannot hear another word. “Save it. It doesn’t matter.”
