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I lay my hand over my heart as if I've been wounded. “You cannot tell me Taylor Swift is better than Imagine Dragons?”
“I can, yes.” Her face is serious, but she can’t hold it for long before she lets me hear that laugh of hers again.
“You’re staying at my place tonight,” I tell her before I can overthink it.
Shaking her head, she dismisses my suggestion. “No way. I can’t stay at yours.”
“You need a room for the night, which I have, and I live around the corner. It’s common sense, Lola.” I put the truck into drive.
Checking her into one of the many five-star hotels would be easy, but the little devil inside of me wants to keep her longer.
“You shouldn’t be alone tonight. Also, staying in a hotel room by yourself sounds pathetic.” I pause to give her space to think. “I don’t want tonight to end. I’ve had fun,” I confess, which feels good to be honest.
“Me too.”
I shoot her a smile. “That’s settled then, you’re staying with me.”
“Atyours. Notwith.”
“At mine,” I repeat.
“Okay.” I about melt in my driver’s seat as she bites her bottom lip and blushes, then shyly looks away. “You can’t tell anyone.”
“There’s nothing to tell, Lola.”
“True but I don’t want you to get into trouble with work because of me.” Her voice is small and faint. “And the last thing Wade needs is more drama. I need to keep a low profile until the end of the season, for Wade’s sake. He needs me. He’d be lost without me.”
“No one will ever find out.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Lola
“When you suggested taking me out tonight, I thought you were joking when you said there wouldn’t be any alcohol involved.” I pull at the skin around my nails, nervous about sleeping under the same roof as Jordan Miller.
He’s a friend, Lola, a work colleague. Stop freaking out.
A friend who got an erection watching you smash a vase earlier.
Okay, I’m freaking out.
I feel hotter than a volcano, and yank my wooly hat off my head then flap it in front of my face, and use it to cool me down.
“You alright? Too hot?” Jordy turns the heating down a couple of degrees, and I can’t help but notice how sexy and strong his hands look and wonder what they would feel like pinching my nipples.
“I’m fine,” I squeak, sounding anything but.
“If you’re nervous about staying with me, Lola, don’t be. I have a guest room. Three actually.”
“Okay. And tequila? Please tell me you have alcohol.” I might need something to take the edge off.
“I do, but you don’t need it.”
I sigh, my shoulders dropping an inch. “You’re right, I don’t.”
“Relax, Lola. You’re my friend. I’m helping you out. That’s what friends do for each other.”
“Okay, okay,” I say again, sounding like a scratched record repeating the same word.
