“Leave me alone, Hunter.”
“Come on. It's freezing out.”
“I don't care. I'm tough. And I don't need your help.” I walked faster. Not that his sports car had any problem keeping up with me.
“Don't be crazy. Let me help you out.”
“You've helped me plenty tonight,” I said bitterly.
“Hey, what's your problem?”
I didn't answer. I kept walking.
But Hunter didn't drive off in a rage like I expected. For five minutes, he just chugged alongside me, begging and pleading with me to get in. No matter how fast or slow I walked, he was there. Other cars got pissed at him and honked and zoomed around him.
“I'll walk you home like this if I have to,” he said, sounding amused.
I stopped and stared at him. “You're really not driving off, are you?”
“Nope. Not until you get in.”
I sighed, looked around and surveyed the scene. No one else was around.
“Fine.”
For the second time, I climbed into Hunter Rockwell's car. As much as I didn't want to accept his ride … if I wereforcedto admit it? I'd secretly enjoyed riding in it last time. It was a nice car—sporty, but comfortable and luxurious at the same time. Way nicer than any car I'd ever been in, that was for sure.
“Thanks, I guess,” I muttered.
“You're welcome, I guess.”
The seats were barely broken in, and supported my weight with an unyielding but comforting firmness. The new leather seats were as taut as a drum. With every breath, that rich 'new car' smell reminded me just how nice and new Hunter's ride was.
And the speakers, once again, bumped and thumped bass notes from the hip-hop Hunter had playing. I settled lower into my seat as the low vibrations throbbed in my core—traveling through me, numbing me, pounding me. Each throb grew more intense—more, God, dare I say it …erotic?
Hunter passed me his cell phone. I stared at it. “What's this for?”
“Put your number in,” he insisted.
A burst of cynical laughter escaped me. “Why would I do that?”
“Because if you ever need a ride after a game, you can text me.”
“Youreallydon't get it, do you?”
“We can arrange some secretpick-up location if you're all that worried about it.”
I didn't reply, but Ididset his phone in the center console, without giving him my number.
Hunter shot me a puzzled glance. “What's your problem, anyway? I'm only trying to help you.”
“Don't act like you don't know. I didn't want you to make a scene like that with the girls. I specifically askedyou not to.”
“You call that ascene?” Hunter laughed. “Please.”
“She's furious at me, Hunter! And the rest of the girls, too, and nowIhave to deal with the fall-out.”
“Pff. Who cares what they think?”
