She blinks a couple of times, and then she glances around at the sea of gravel surrounding us.
“Shit,” she exhales while giving in to my request and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I wouldn’t be bleeding or barefoot if it wasn’t for your overly showy date entourage. Really? You had to bring two drunk bimbos?”
Jealous maybe? Or am I just reading too much into her little tantrum?
Her body feels so good pressed to mine, and my eyes lock with her deep blues that seem to resemble a stormy sky.
I’m almost breathless for the first time ever. Even worse, I’m speechless. Where are all my skills when I need them? My swagger has deserted me.
Her lips part slightly, and her eyes fall to my lips, almost looking longingly at them. I can’t tell if she wants me to kiss her, or if she’s just fucking with me. It looks sincere though, so I decide to make my move
A throat clearing interrupts our almost kiss, and I lean back while her head jerks to the front.
“Sorry, Sir, but where would you like us to take these girls?” one of the forgotten valets strains out through exhaustion, still clutching the girl to his chest.
“My car. It’s right there. If one of you will-”
“What the hell is going on?” Wren gushes as he sprints toward us.
“Well, a lot actually. I was about to give them the address to take the girls home. They don’t live far from here.”
Wren’s eyes narrow as Ash lets a dramatically exasperated chuckle free.
“You’re sending away your dates?” Wren asks.
“Your mom might kick my ass if I don’t,” I say to downplay things.
I really just want a shot with Ash, and she’s not really digging the whole two-date thing. Some girls would see it as a challenge, and they'd work twice as hard to gain my attention. I'm positive she's not one of those girls—unfortunately.
“Well, just let me take Ash, and you can drive them back.”
“She’s bleeding. We both know how you are around blood,” I quickly interject, and he grimaces while damn near leaping backwards.
“Right. I’ll just go get Bity then,” Wren says with a gagging reaction.
“No,” she murmurs in quick objection, and my smile quirks up. “Billy is… he’s not too good with blood either. Just get me to the sidewalk. I can make it from there,” she murmurs while pointing with her eyes.
I frown. That’s not why I thought she was objecting. I thought it was because she was enjoying me being with her. Her body feels so good in my arms. I know we almost kissed.
Why doesn’t she want me or Bity around?
“Well, no offense, but if you’re bleeding, I’d rather you were carried. I don’t want blood in the house because I’ll faint, and that wouldn’t be very masculine,” Wren says to her while chuckling. "Just make sure to wrap it up,” he says while turning to me.
My eyes trail down her perfectly smooth, glistening legs to the side of her ankle that holds the small slither of blood. She huffs in distaste, and I restrain a telling smile as my devious wheels begin turning with rapid excitement.
“I have no problem wrapping it up,” I say with my enigmatic grin that seems to make her blush.
Apparently she just had a scandalous thought. Finally!
“Give the boys the address, if you will. I’ll take care of Ash,” I say to Wren, and he nods while quickly turning away before he catches a glimpse of red.
“Squeamish much?” she huffs under her breath.
I snicker a little too loudly, surprised by my accidental outburst. I wasn’t expecting her to be funny. I quickly try to recover, and she lets a genuine smile creep across her face.
“Wren hasn’t ever been able to handle blood. One sight of it, and he’s out like a light.”
“I can really walk just fine. My blood is going to be dripping.”
“That’s why he told me to wrap it up.”
She blushes fiercely, further proving her earlier thoughts were scandalous when he said that. She thinks like me. Oh, I’d love to take a peek inside her pretty little dirty mind right now.
“Ah. Well, how are you going to wrap it up while you’re carrying me?”
she asks when we reach the backdoor.
I set her down on the bench, and then I slip through the door and rush to a nearby bathroom. After grabbing the first hand-towel I can find, I nearly sprint back outside to see another guy has already squatted before her and started examining the wound.
Damn it. Does she have some pheromone secreting from her that calls men from miles away?
I almost growl under my breath when I see it’s Keith, Melanie's sister’s son.
“Hey, Tag,” he chirps while rubbing his hand up her leg, just above her calf. “I thought I’d check for a sprain.”