Page 37 of See Me

When the movements behind me become erratic, I reach around and do what I’ve wanted to do since I pulled up to that curb. I slide my hand up the back of Ella’s smooth thigh and grab a handful of ass. Her hands grip my chest, and this time, I hear her moan. She shudders behind me, and I damn near come in my pants. Took her all of two minutes.

Responsive. Interesting.

Her grip loosens to near non-existent after that. Barelytouching me but keeping her hands poised in case she needs to hold on.

A few minutes later, I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine. She jumps off the back of the bike faster than I thought her capable of and takes long strides to her car, pulling her dress down as she goes.

“Enjoy your ride?” I can’t hold in my laugh. “Hey, don’t you want your food?”

She tosses my helmet to the ground and throws up her middle finger without looking back, jumping into her car. I swing my leg over the bike and look down at the seat, fighting the urge to bend over and smell it.

Sick fuck.

TWELVE

DID HE JUST MR. DARCY ME?

I needto find an all-night library. It’s acceptable to nap in libraries, right? Because if I get jump scared awake by death metal one more time I may have a heart attack. And after last night’s motorcycle-capades I don’t dare crack the door and watchMister-I-drive-a-giant-vibratorpunch the bag in all his sweat glistening glory. I blame my low inhibitions and pulsating clit on the tequila and that’s all I’m gonna to say about that.

Oh my god, I still can’t believe I fondled him while chasing an orgasm grinding on his bike.

Maybe I’ll just bar the door and slowly starve to death in this dank, musty room.

Dangit! My food!

All that Mexican goodness wasted as I ran away in shame. That was the makings of some killer nachos. Cassie’s going to be so disappointed.

Wait...

He totally grabbed my butt. He liked it. He was so getting off while I was, well,getting off. So, the way I see it, I have two choices. I hide my face and play the avoidance game, which is honestly, exhausting. Or I tip my chin up and walk out there shaking what my mama gave me. Give him something to think about, something I now know he wants.

After I sneak a shower, unrig the door, slink to my car and leave for a few hours like I do every morning, but whatever. I still have some dignity left. This is a bright spot in my otherwise dim existence. I have to grab on to every bit of sunshine thrown my way right now and torturing Luca is just the bit of light I need.

Walking in through the backdoor, I veer away from my usual route to the locker room and head right for Enzo in his stupid Christmas hat, leaning over the bar eating toast. I get closer and a whiff of mint hits me in the face. I toss my laptop bag on the bar and lean in, finger pointed to his chest, ready to rip his face off.

Is that toothpaste… on toast?

“What are you eating?”

His eyes bounce around like I’m the dumb one. “Toast.”

I look at a turquoise glob hanging off the side and gag. “With toothpaste?”

He shrugs. “I was running late.”

“Oh my god.” I put my face in my hands and shake my head. “Yelling at you isn’t going to make a bit of difference. You’re a toddler in a grown man’s body.”

He stands up straight and smiles. “It’s a good one though, right?” He flexes his biceps and winks.

“Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me last night?”

“Why? You’re allowed to go to dinner by yourself.”

“Not when you tell the waiter a table for two and thetwonever shows up, and then you stuff your face with fajitas and drink queso straight out of the bowl.”

“That was uh… not part of the plan.” He rubs his chin. “Right outta the bowl, huh? Hardcore.”

I smack his shoulder. “And sending Luca to get me?”

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