Page 38 of Wrong Car, Wright Guy
“We’ll be out in a moment.”
“OK.”
“Meanie,” I whisper, smiling as I finish straightening myself up. “You’re gonna need to start giving everyone stress pay to compensate them for the years you take off their life from growling at them.”
“Youlove it when I growl at you.”
“That’s different. You and I are…two people who can’t stop making out while they’re at work all of a sudden?” I shrug because I’m not sure what to call us. We made out yesterday before the show, and then today, we’re doing it again, and now we have a plan to take things further. But there’s been no official decision made as to what we are or what this means. And I don’t want to be needy asking him to define our relationship so soon, but I have spent months feeling like I can’t have him. To find out he stopped flirting with me because he thought I had a boyfriend is not only comical, it feels like a hell of a lot of wasted time. We could have been doing this all along.
“We’re two people in a relationship.”That’s not particularly helpful.
“A relationship? With growling?”
He chuckles. “Anything you want.”
“I want. Because, god help me, I find your growling rather alluring.”
He quirks his brow as a sexy grin takes over his face. “We should get to this meeting.”
I drop my eyes to his pants to make sure that hefty looking tent he had going on has gone down—or is at least well hidden. “After you,” I say, stepping aside when I deem him safe for public consumption.
“No. After you.” He reaches out and turns the door handle, pausing before he opens it entirely. “You know, I’ve always enjoyed coming into work. But now…” He brings his fingers to his mouth and makes a show of sucking off my juices. “I’m going to fucking love it.”
I let out a squeak as we exit his office, almost coming for a second time as my cheerleading ovaries explode with lust confetti. I’m not exactly surewhatthe definition of thisrelationshipis that Tanner and I have here. But my god, I’m going to love every moment of it. No more awkward sidekick for me. Turns out, I’m the current leading lady inthismovie.
Seventeen
Tanner
After debating the pros and cons of legalizing drug use on Friday’s show, Ruby and I grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the drag show in Midtown East. I drive—the first time she’s actually beeninsidethe car she so callously defiled—and park as close to the venue as I can, walking along the busy street with my arm wrapped firmly around her waist, one word resounding frequently in my mind.Mine.
“I like this dress,” I say, sliding my hand across the back of the crushed velvet and loving how it feels against my skin.
“I think it would look better on your bedroom floor,” she teases, flashing me a grin as she trots along beside me in silver heels, her blonde hair out in messy curls like it was the night our assumptions built a wedge between us, me thinking she was taken, her thinking I was uninterested.
Before that moment, it had felt like we were starting something. But when I look at her now, I know that the start of us was that very first night. The night she drew a dick on my car. Even then in my maddened and confused state, I wanted her. And if she hadn’t been working at WHGC, I probably would have asked her to dinner, taking her company as payment for the damage to my car. As it is, I still haven’t cashed the check she gave me for it. Something about doing that just seems wrong when the action itself is precisely what brought her into my life. I don’t want to be compensated for that. That was the turning point that made everything better.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that?” I ask, laughing.
She laughs and leans in closer to me. “You realize this is a bit of a big deal bringing you here tonight? Theo and Darren both want to officially meet and judge you, and Tahlia will be there too. You’ve met her. She’s the one who said you had a big dick when you barged into my office that time.”
“Ah yes, the tiny redhead who couldn’t string a sentence together.”
“Normally she’s better at talking. But yes, that’s her. She also pointed out something else I’ve been meaning to ask you about.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“She said that the plant on my coffee table smells like my shampoo.”
“I know. It’s why I put it there.”
She releases her breath and stops walking, stepping a little closer to me. “And the whisky?”
“Is the brand you said you liked at dinner. Karen is under strict instructions to keep it topped up.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious why?” I place my hands on her hips and draw her a little closer while people step around us to get by.
