Page 18 of His Ex's Little Sister
“You’re so disgusting, Reid. Can you please leave now? I’ve got thingstodo.”
“How about you let me take you to dinner?” he asks. As if. “Though, if you accept, I’m liable to want to do a hell of a lot more thankissyou.”
“You’ve got to bekidding.”
“I don’t joke about things like kissing a beautiful woman,” he says, taking a step closer again. “But if you want to skip dinner, I can make do with the hereandnow.”
“Leave. Me. Alone.” I press my hands against his chest, giving him a sharp shove, which does precious little in terms of giving me space. All it does is remind me of the hard, tight muscles lying under his dress shirt, waiting to betouched.
He rounds out my dreadful fantasy by flexing his muscles so I can feel all that sexy, sinewy matter as itbunches.
Dammit.
He’steasingme.
And it’sworking.
A motorcycle roars by on the other side of the road, shocking me back to my senses. Pulling my hands back, I fish my phone from my pocket and move out of his grasp to the side of my truck. The sun is in the perfect spot. I begin snapping pictures of the horizon, now streaked with purple, gold and orange. I need my phone’s HD camera to land me onegoodshot.
I’m fully aware that Reid has not moved from where he just stood, but it’s a free country. I can’t make him leave, and so help me God, I’ll be damned if I let him stop me from doing what I came here to do. Within minutes, the sunset is over and darkness starts to creep in. I’ve taken at least thirty pictures. One of them must be good enough, and if it’s not, I’ll come back in a few days and try again—maybe without the uninvited audienceofone.
“You’re still here,” I say, eyes narrowed as I turntoReid.
“Yup. I told you I prefertowait.”
“Forwhat?”
“This road isn’t always safe atnight.”
“Probably because you’re on it. I told you I can take care of myself…and if by some fluke I did need help, you’re the last personI’dask.”
I push past him to get to mydriverside.
“You’re cute when you’re upset.” He follows me to my driversidedoor.
“And you’re amazingly good at getting undermyskin.”
“I’d like to do more than thatsometime.”
I slam my door shut and turn the key in the engine. Too bad the window is lowered, because he rests an elbow on the door and flashes me a grin. “Have yourself a good night,Robin.”
“I hope you don’t, Reid,” I tell him, and it comes out hollow and cold. It’s exactly how I want it to sound, but a tiny part of me feels bad for beingsorude.
He shakes his head. “Get home safe,” he says, and returns tohisSUV.
His engine starts, but he doesn’t leave until I drive off. I make a left turn at the next intersection, and Reid makes a right. Good. He’s gone. I still can’t tell if he stopped to help or just to get a reaction out of me. Either way, I need to keep my distance fromthisman.
