Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(43)

 

I open the door and catch him in the knees. He bends over and walks backwards, smiling through his surprised pain. “Ow, shit …”

 

“That’s it,” I say, my good humor and all this sexy talk getting me riled up.

 

He backs up, limping, holding his hands up in front of him.

 

“Wait, wait … what?” He looks behind him to be sure he’s not going to trip. When he turns back he’s laughing at me. “Slow down! I’m going to trip and bust my ass.”

 

I start running at him but not in time to catch him. He sees me coming and does some kind of jump-up-spin-around maneuver and is out of the garage before I can even get to the office.

 

I reach the entrance to the business and stop at the door, trying to figure out which way he went in the parking lot.

 

I’m grabbed from behind, strong arms wrapping around my body like a big vice.

 

Dammit! Foiled again!

 

I scream with laughter and fright as Mick swings me around and around out in the parking lot.

 

“Stop!” I shriek, gripping onto his forearms that are wrapped around my waist. “I’m going to barf!”

 

“Cry mercy!” he grunts out. “Cry mercy and I’ll let you go!”

 

“Fuck that!” The world is spinning, spinning, spinning…

 

I hold out as long as I can, but when the butterflies in my stomach turn into angry bees, I cave. “Mercy! Mercy! Ow, Mercy! I’m dying! Help!”

 

He stops and drops me to me feet, breathing heavily. “Good. Glad you finally … came to your senses.” He’s struggling to catch his breath.

 

I scramble around to fix my hair. Fool has my ‘do all over the place. “Payback’s a bitch, you know.” I try to kick him but he jumps to the side and I miss.

 

“See you tonight,” he says, leaping towards me and pinching my butt before running back into the garage.

 

I stay outside. Everyone will be safer with me cooling off alone. “You’re going to be sorry you did that!” I yell into the open space.

 

“I’m pretty sure I won’t!”

 

I smile as I think about our upcoming date. As much as I want to regret saying yes and be mad at him for what he’s about to do to my heart, I just can’t. Maybe this broken heart will be worth having.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

 

 

 

 

 

TEAGAN IS ON SPEAKER-PHONE as I put on my makeup in my bedroom mirror.

 

“So, what did you guys finally decide to do with Alissa?” I ask, putting on my eyeliner. I’m going with the smokey-eye look tonight. I figure since this will probably be our one and only date, I might as well play it up right. Mick is going to be speechless with lust. I wonder if I’m going to leave him hanging or indulge a little. Talking about Alissa kind of makes me lean in favor of not.

 

“She’s going to stay here until further notice. She doesn’t want to talk much, though, so it’s kind of frustrating.”

 

“What do you mean she doesn’t want to talk much?” I smudge the liner under my right eye. Perfection. I grin all vixen-like at my reflection. Mick is so going down.

 

“She won’t say anything about the father or what his reaction is to the whole thing, so I have no idea if he’s even in the picture or knows what’s going on. And she says very little about her parents, other than they’re ultra religious and she’s now considered the spawn of satan or something.”

 

“Whaaaat?” I pause in the middle of doing my other eye.

 

“Well, those are my words, not hers, but that’s the gist of it.”

 

“What kind of parents reject their kid when she’s about to have a kid of her own?” I shake my head as I take in the reflection of my bedroom around me through the mirror. I know for a fact my parents would never abandon me like that. I should probably be nicer to them. I vow to myself in that moment to take Jersey to the park tomorrow for two hours to give them time to do stuff I don’t like to think about as it relates to my parents. Ew. Parents having sex. Ew again.

 

“Terrible parents, that’s who,” Teagan says. “Assholes of the highest degree.”

 

“Maybe they’ll change their minds,” I say, doubting people like that are capable of such a feat.

 

“I don’t know. Anyway, we need to get her maternity clothes. She’s busting out of her pants. I’m not sure if you noticed it or not but she’s wearing her normal jeans with the zipper down and a rubber band holding the button to the button hole.”