Page 35 of Indulge
ROWAN
I hop in the passenger seat of Reggie’s Aston Martin, and he nods with a grunt.
He’s pissy. And I think I know why.
He drives off, putting extra aggression into his gear shifts.
“You good, bro?” I ask him.
“Yep.”
“Okay.”
I pick a song and turn it up, singing along, until Reggie mutes it.
“For fuck’s sake, spit it out.”
“You and Bella seemed to be friendly.”
I let out a nervous laugh.
“Yeah. She’s feisty but kinda cute. Seems nice.” I play it down. Not sure now is the time to say she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
And that she’s seen my dick.
He sighs. “She seemed… relaxed with you.”
“Yeah? Cause I’m a relaxed person. You are not. She’s probably got her guard up because you’re Mr. Frost. Ya fuckin’ snowman.”
He grumbles under his breath.
“Sorry? Do you have a counterargument? My ray of sunshine twin?”
His hands tighten on the wheel.
“I’m just me. If she don’t like that, it ain’t my issue.”
I scoff.
“No. You’re the defensive Irishman to her. You’re not you. You need to relax around her. Do you want her to like you?”
I almost want him to selfishly say no.
“I don’t know.”
I’ve never seen Reggie confused. He always knows what he wants. And he gets it.
“I’m going to try to get to know her while we discuss our engagement tonight.”
I fake a smile.
“Nice. I’m sure she will like that.”
He nods sharply.
“You want to fuck her? Don’t you?” he asks, and my heart races.
I stumble on my words.
