Wild Temptation (Wild, #1)(34)

Through the rush, I didn’t see him come in. I didn’t see him walk in and take a seat in the corner, and I definitely haven’t felt him watching me. He is though.

Tyler’s dark eyes are fixed on me. His gaze is so intense, almost as if he thinks I’ll disappear if he looks away. He wouldn’t be wrong—I might just run out the back door when my shift is done. I’d have to be damn stupid to not know why he’s here.

He’s here because he’ll ask me questions I don’t want to answer. Questions I don’t have to answer.

I think of that as I finish up the last hour of my shift. I fuck up more than once—overfilling a pint glass, dropping a wine glass, spilling cranberry juice over the bar. Like a fucking bartending newbie. Everything I can fuck up, I do. Plain and simple.

And it’s because of him. Because he unnerves the crap out of me.

Rosie rests a hand on my shoulder and smiles. “I’ll take it from here, Liv. Pete will be here in ten minutes. You go home.”

“Thanks.” I smile gratefully and walk into the storeroom. I make sure not to look at Tyler as I walk away.

I grab my coat and shrug it on, turning my hood the right way out and pulling it over my head. It could be pathetic trying to run, but right now, I don’t care. I don’t see it as weak or pathetic. I see running as knowing when shit is too much for you to deal with. That’s strong, not weak.

“Nice try.”

I stop and pull my hood around my face. And carry on walking toward my car.

“Are you just going to ignore me?”

I unlock my car and take a deep breath. “Actually, I was kind of hoping I could leave before you noticed. But yeah. Ignoring was plan B.”

“I’m not sure whether I should be pissed off at you for trying to run or think you’re fucking adorable for thinking you can.”

“Go with both. It’s a happy medium,” I quip, pulling my car door open. I get in just as the passenger’s side door opens and Tyler joins me. I sigh.

“So. Do you want to explain that text?”

“What text?” I feign ignorance.

He spins in his seat and pins me with his gaze. His angry gaze. “Don’t fuck with me, Liv. I promised you exactly what you want—no motherfucking strings, and you agreed. And now you’re fuckin’ running from me like I’ve proposed.”

I open my mouth to speak but close it again and look away.

“If you really don’t want to see me that badly, then say it now and I’ll get out of this car. The only time you’ll see me will be if Bridezilla shoves us together and I’ll keep my hands to myself. Just like you claimed to want once.” He leans forward, his fingers creeping onto my seat. “But I don’t think you know what you want, do you, baby girl?”

I want you to go. I want you to never touch me again.

I want you. I want your body over mine, hot and heavy. I want you to explain why you walked out last night without even a goodbye like I was nothing but a common whore.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” I say softly. “It’s that I can’t. There are things you don’t know about me, Ty. Things that you wouldn’t be able to deal with. Trust me when I say you staying away from me is for the best.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t be able to deal with it? Have you asked me?”

I tuck some hair behind my ear and glance at him from the side. “I don’t need to ask. I can barely cope with my crap. In fact, you are the reason I can’t. I wasn’t lying when I said you’re dangerous. I just failed to mention how dangerous you are for me.”

He sighs gently, his eyes softening. “I’m not talking to you in your car. Drive to my place and we’ll talk. Just talk, okay?” he adds when I open my mouth to protest.

“We’ve barely had a conversation that hasn’t ended up with your tongue down my throat,” I say dryly, starting the engine.

“I promise to behave.” He reaches over and takes my hand. I immediately take it back, and he sighs again.

Hand-holding is stringy.

Although, mind you, this situation is about as fucking stringy as it gets.

I follow his directions to his place. He lives a few blocks from my apartment, but it’s a much more expensive neighborhood than mine. Figures. I pause in the car when he gets out.

Do I really want to do this? Talk to him? I don’t owe him anything. I don’t owe him an explanation of who I am or why I am the way I am.

Tyler opens my door and looks down at me expectantly. “It’s too late to run, Liv. You already had your chance to tell me to go, and you didn’t. So now we’re gonna talk.”