Page 33 of Rich Girl
She smiles from ear to ear. “I can do that.”
I hurry up and slip my socks and shoes on before looking at her bare feet.
“We’ll have to walk back to the parking garage where I left my Jeep last night. I can carry you again,” I assure her, “but it’ll be faster if you can walk on your own.”
She looks uncertain, but only for a split of a second.
“I can walk.”
I can’t help the smile overtaking my entire face. We don’t have time to talk, and I’m not even sure there would be anything to talk about, but I want to take a moment and let her know I enjoyed our time together.
Hayden gets startled when I wrap a hand around the nape of her head, tangling my fingers into her soft hair and pulling herinto me. I don’t give her much time to react when I bend at the knees to see her face better.
“Last night was incredible. I’m glad I got to know you.”
With that, I press my lips hard against hers. When she opens her mouth, I slide my tongue right in, hungry to take it to the next level even though I know this is not the right time, and we will never have another opportunity.
I end the kiss as abruptly as I started it. She steps back when I let go of her, a bewildered look on her face.
“Shoes,” I remind her. “Something comfortable that you can walk three blocks in.”
She nods and runs to the walk-in closet. I pick up my phone and look over my other messages while she does that, hoping she won’t take long.
“I’m ready.”
I lift my eyes off the screen of the phone, surprised that she was that fast. When I look down at her feet, I let out a low groan of frustration. I’m not sure what she considers comfortable shoes she can walk in, but what I see are some three-inch wedge heel contraption deals, with some sort of small buckle that goes around her ankles.
Since I don’t have time to argue with her about this, I figure that I’ll just carry her to the parking garage once she cries for help halfway there. Because, unfortunately, I do need her.
“Wallet and phone?” I have her check for that. “Let me see your driver’s license.”
It would be very irresponsible of me to let her drive without a valid license. She looks offended but does take her wallet out of the cute crossbody bag she’s got across one shoulder.
She takes her driver’s license out and shoves it in my face with an attitude. She has it so close to my eyes, I can’t focus. I take a step back and steady her arm with a hand on her wrist,only to squint in surprise when I notice the license was issued in Massachusetts. The hotel room makes more sense now.
Since I won’t be seeing her again, I decide not to comment on this nugget of information that she offered on her own. It does make me wonder what her game is though, and how she was even able to message me through the app. I remember specifically tapping on the state of New York only option, then chose a one hundred mile radius. I figured I wouldn’t mind driving some, but that would be my limit.
“Let’s hit the road.”
She puts her wallet back in her little purse and turns around to walk in front of me. I can’t resist slapping her ass just as we walk out the door. It is a delectable ass that I had the pleasure of seeing naked last night, and I regret not being able to see it again.
“Hey,” she points at me but keeps on walking. “Don’t do that unless you mean it.” She winks at me, and I bust out laughing.
There are so many things I really like about this girl, it is a true disappointment that she is such a freak. Who in the hell would travel from Boston, Massachusetts, according to her license, to New York City, to meet a random guy she connected with on an app? Not to mention, she had to have done some wishy washy shit on there to be able to even contact me.
I guess I should admire her determination, first and foremost. I would if she told me her real motives.
“So, when’s your friend back?” I ask her, knowing fully well there is no friend.
“Back where?” She forgot again.
“The one who’s letting you stay in the swanky suite,” I remind her.
“Oh, her.” She looks away, unable to meet my eyes.
On a totally unrelated note, I am impressed with how fast she can walk in the shoes she’s got on. I would’ve bet my last dollaron me having to carry her for three blocks, but she doesn’t even look remotely uncomfortable in them.
“Will you still take me to your Cinco de Mayo event?” she asks out of nowhere.
