Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(89)

 

“Want to know a secret?” he asks, his voice lower and closer to my ear.

 

“Yeah.” I’m suddenly intrigued. I love secrets, especially when they come from secretive people.

 

“I was faking.” He looks over at Alissa.

 

“Why?” I keep my voice low too. We’re both staring at her as she sways to the beat and stares at the stage.

 

“Because. She freaks me out.”

 

I bark out a laugh.

 

“What’s so funny about that?”

 

“She’s friggin’ pregnant. She has, like, zero powers over anyone.”

 

“Like hell she doesn’t. She’s like Wonder Woman, Cat Woman, and Kick Ass all rolled into one badass chick. I completely fear her.”

 

I can’t stop chuckling. He’s twice her size and an accomplished felon. She’s a valedictorian cheese stick.

 

“Thanks for that, Colin.”

 

“Thanks for what?” He’s mystified.

 

“For cheering me up. Come on. Let’s go wait for Mick out in the car.”

 

Colin joins me without a word of complaint. I nudge Alissa on the way by. “Come on. Party’s over, round girl.”

 

“But that girl was just about to take her top off.” She’s pointing at the stage with her glass.

 

I take the juice from her hand and put it on the bar. “You can buy a boobie magazine if you need to see some of those or I’ll flash you mine if you really want. Come on.”

 

She frowns on her way out, walking next to me. “I don’t generally like boobs, but they were good dancers. I’m going to try some of that pole dancing stuff when we get back. I’ll bet it’s good exercise.”

 

Colin’s jaw drops and his face goes white. If I’m not mistaken, he’s also broken out in a cold sweat. As we go out into the parking lot, I have to hold my stomach to keep from vomiting I’m laughing so hard.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

 

 

 

 

 

BY THE TIME MICK STUMBLES out of the club, I’m the only one still awake. Or I’m the only one not fake-sleeping, anyway. Alissa is snoring so loud I find it hard to believe Colin is really as dead to the world as he appears.

 

Mick comes up to my window as I pretend to not notice he’s there.

 

“Hey,” he says against the glass, fogging it up a little. “Can I come in?”

 

“What’s the password?” I say. I’m annoyed that he’s so happy. Shouldn’t he feel dirty selling his body for secrets like he has?

 

He looks up nervously at the door to the club. “Uh, hurry up and let me in before those chicks come looking for me.”

 

I have two ways I can go here. I can leave him out there to sweat all those boobies, or I can let him in and take him away. He looks at me with those darkly shaded green eyes of his and then his body kind of leans forward a little and his tattoo flashes at me from under his sleeve.

 

I grab the handle of the door. Screw making him feel bad for doing what I asked him to do. He needs to be in here with me, not out there with the boobies.

 

“Fine. Get in.” I peek up through the crack I made in the door at him. “But on the other side. You’re not driving.”

 

He frowns at me. “It’s my car.”

 

“You’re drunk. Go around.”

 

He rolls his eyes and makes like he’s about to argue with me, but then the door to the club opens and a few of his girlfriends spill out and start scanning the parking lot.

 

He disappears from view.

 

“Mick?” I whisper loudly. “Where are you?”

 

I get no answer until the passenger door opens and he crawls in from the ground.

 

I smile. “You look like I did about two hours ago.”

 

“What?” He folds his legs in and goes into a ball on the front seat so he can reach over and pull the door shut without sitting up.

 

“Never mind.” I turn the keys in the ignition and shift the car into reverse. I try to keep my face completely passive when Mick puts his head in my lap.

 

“Get over on your side,” I say, cool as can be. Inside my heart is racing way faster than it should be. It’s going to blow my cool cover, making me have to breathe all hot and heavy. Relax. He’s just playing around.

 

“No I can’t go over there yet, wait until we’re out. I have to lie low.” He’s grinning up at me. Next thing I know, his left hand is sliding under my calf and his right hand is going behind my back.

 

“Mick!” I slap at him as I try to turn out onto the road. “Hands off.” I kind of mean it because I don’t want to wreck the car, but I really don’t mean it. I love his hands on me. It’s for sure a really bad idea, but so what? I’m a happy girl when Mick touches me, and that’s just a fact. I’ll hate myself later. Right now I’m just going to play the game.