“So? It’ll only add a couple of minutes.” I turn and grip the edge of the counter on either side of me. “Go. I’ll load the dishwasher.”
I spin back around and turn on the faucet, doing my best to ignore her eyes on me.
When she’s finally gone, I let out a breath. I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to her, but suddenly, I need to spend more time with her, and this is the perfect excuse.
Mia slidesinto the passenger seat of my black Tahoe and inspects the interior.
“What?” I ask, starting the engine.
“Dunno. It’s so clean, and it doesn’t smell like cigarettes.”
“That’s because I don’t smoke in my car, and I like my stuff clean.”
“Got it.” She looks out the window, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt. “What else don’t you do in your car?”
“If you want to know something specific, all you need to do is ask. I don’t bite.”
“Thanks, I’m fine. I just wanted to know your rules so I can make sure I don’t break them.”
I stop at a red light and check her out subtly, taking her in from her knees up to her waist and her full tits. The tightness in my jeans makes me shift in my seat.
“Eyes on the road, Dominic,” she murmurs, laughter clear in her voice.
“Can’t. You look really good.”
“I didn’t know I was such a distraction. I’ll have to wear jeans and big hoodies when I’m around you.”
“Nah. It won’t make any difference,” I tell her, letting off the brake. “Youare the distraction, not your clothes.”
We fall into silence then, and I focus on the road. It’s like my rational side blacks out when she’s around, and I act on pure instinct, and apparently, my instinct is to hit on her.
Fucking awesome.
If Matt knew, he’d hate me.
“Why are you doing this?” Mia suddenly asks.
My heart stutters. “What do you mean?”
“Giving me a ride, talking to me after you’ve worked so hard to avoid me for two weeks. Is it out of guilt?”
“Definitely not.”
“Then why?”
I’m a sick fuck, because going to battle with her might be one of my favorite pastimes. “Maybe I just missed pissing you off.”
She rolls her eyes. “That sounds about right.”
She directs me to a building I always thought was a dorm, but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe her first class of the day is here. I find a spot near the entrance and put the car in park.
“Thanks,” she says as she reaches for the door handle.
“It’s nothing.”
She climbs out, and as she walks away, I roll down the passenger window and call her name.
Slowly, she comes back, bending at the waist and resting her arms on the window trim. The way she looks at me, like she sees right through me, sends warmth through my body.
