Page 36 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
“For real? He’d uproot her just to mess with you?”
“Ah, I see you’ve never met my father. He cares about winning, not people.”
“But you care about people. Is that to spite him?”
I give her an unimpressed look, and she pulls her hand back. “No. I care because I don’t want to be an elitist asshat all my life. I’m fortunate enough to have some sway in this world because of my surname, and I like to use that for good when I can.”
“Is that why you came here to save the station and people’s jobs?”
“Partly. But I did have a selfish reason for wanting to buy into this place. I wanted to prove that my show is worthwhile. My father thinks I do it for attention, and he hates unnecessary attention. So, I wagered my freedom on the success of this show.”
“What do you mean, your freedom?”
“He didn’t want to buy WHGC when I floated the idea. So, I told him that if I couldn’t save it, I’d quit and work full time for him.”
“Does he not understand how talented you are? Of course you were going to win that. What does he think about the success of our show?”
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t spoken to him since before I started working here.”
“What about your mom?”
I shake my head. “You know, I used to think mynannywas my mom. Boy, did I get a shock when she got married and left to raise kids of her own.”
“Tanner.” Her hand returns to mine again, and I look down at it, hooking my thumb up over hers.God, I wish I could touch her all the time.
“I’ve never told this stuff to anyone before,” I say, using my free hand to scrub over my face as I blow out a breath. “Camille, my father, the reason I’m here…”
“What made you decide to tell me? Because I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but we seem to argue.A lot.”
I turn and meet her eyes, wishing I could touch her hair. “We’re not arguing now, and for whatever reason, I trust you. I told myself I couldn’t trust you after you blindsided me with your boyfriend that night, but—”
“My what?” She pulls her hand from mine and twists her entire body to face me.
“Your boyfriend. The guy who opened your front door then made it very clear you belonged to him. Tall guy, big muscles, dark blond hair?”
“That night we went to dinner with those ice cream guys?”
I blow out a burst of amused air at her name for them. “Yeah.”
Ruby stares at me. Then she blinks. And then holds her hand in front of her mouth and she laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“Thatwasn’tmy boyfriend.” She giggles. “That was my brother.My twin. You mean you thought? No! After everything I said to you about being fuckable?” She shakes her head like she can’t believe this. And I can’t either. That guy—the guy who slung his arm over her shoulders and basically told me to fuck off was being protective becausehe’s her brother.Holy shit! Suddenly she stops laughing all together and just frowns. “Wait. Is that why you moved me out of your office and stopped flirting with me?”
Relief, regret andneedflood through me all at once, and I don’t even bother with an answer, I just wrap my hand around the back of her head and slam my mouth against hers, muffling any further words as my tongue pushes past her lips and I finally,finally,get to kiss her the way I’ve wanted—rough, hard and demanding. Then slow, sensual and languid. She tastes like sweet tea and breath mints, and I don’t let up until we’re gasping for air.
“Do you…um…” Her tongue snakes out to lick her lips before she finally opens her eyes and looks at me, a lusty haze swimming in her dark orbs.
“Yes?” Ask me to get out of here. Ask me to your place. Ask to come to mine. Anything. Just ask.
“Do you want to come to a drag show with me on Friday after work?”
That isn’t what I was expecting, but the offer makes my smile broaden. “I would love to come to a drag show with you on Friday after work,” I say, earning myself a bright smile as she leans in and touches her lips to mine.
“Does this mean youdothink I’m fuckable?” she whispers.
I respond by hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her across my lap. “It means I think you’reveryfuckable,” I growl, tangling my hand in her hair and bringing her mouth back to mine.
