“You’d be surprised at what little physical affection it takes for two people to convince others they’re dating.” She put her seat belt on and stared up at me. “Besides, do you think your boss is going to ask you to shove your tongue down my throat at dinner?”
“I mean …” I grinned and stole another glance down her long legs. “If he did, I definitely wouldn’t complain.”
She rolled her eyes. “Close my door already, will you?”
I shut the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. The engine fired with a hungry growl. I cast a sideways glance at Olivia, waiting for her to say something, or give some sort of reaction—but it never came.
“Really? Nothing?” I asked, disappointment in my voice.
“Hm?”
“Usually, when girls get into my car, they’re like,Ooooh! I’ve always wanted to be in a Porsche before!Or,Wow, I’ve never been in a car this nice in my life!”
Olivia gave a careless shrug. “I’m not really a car girl.”
“Apparently not.” I shifted into first gear. “By the way, did you know your Uber driver is outside the hotel?”
A note of confusion filled her voice. “Uber driver?”
“The fucker was mean-mugging me a minute ago.” The Porsche growled as I gave her a little gas, and we eased up alongside the black car. “This creep, right here. Look—he’sstillstaring! The fuck is his problem? Want me to tell him to fuck off?”
“No!” She motioned for me to drive. “Just go. Go, go!”
I did as she asked, and we pulled onto the main road.
“I’m surprised you’re not freaked out,” I said. “You get an Uber ride from a guy and he’s still hanging around your hotel hours later? That’s just weird, if you ask me. He’s stalking you or something. He’s probably in love with you.” I chuckled. “I guess I can’t blame the poor bastard. If I were an old man who drove an Uber for a living, andyouclimbed into my car, I’d probably stalk you, too.”
She groaned. “That’s weird. Don’t be creepy.”
“Oh,I’mcreepy? Not the Uber driver who’s stalking you because he’s in love with you?”
“He’s not in love with me, and he’s not stalking me, either.”
“Then why’s he hanging outside your hotel?”
She didn’t answer. She only buried her face in her hands. “I really wish you hadn’t watched me leave the cafe. Itoldyou not to.”
I shrugged. “So you took an Uber. What’s the big deal? Do you not own a car? Isthatwhat you’re so embarrassed about me finding out?”
She cast her gaze out her window and lowered her voice. “No, I don’t own a car.”
“Well, with thirty grand, you can buy one.”
“It’s not about the money.”
“You say that a lot, don’t you?”
She sighed. “I don’t know how to drive, Dakota.”
“Seriously? You don’t know how to drive?” I laughed. “Are you even American?”
“See? This is why I didn’t want you to know. It’s embarrassing …”
“No need to be embarrassed. It’s just rare, that’s all.” I gave her a smile. “If you want, I can teach you how to drive.”
Touched, her cheeks dimpled with a small smile. “That’s actually sweet of you to offer.”
“I’m serious. I’ll be glad to do it,” I said. “By the way, why are you staying at a hotel? I thought you lived in Vegas?”
