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“Because of a lot of things.” I picked up her stilettos and placed them next to her.
"Why not? You're clearly aroused." She glanced at my pants. My erection was straining against the fabric.
“I was aroused because I thought you were someone I knew who wanted to get fucked and—” I stopped myself. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Let’s go.”
I left the room and grabbed my car keys off the kitchen counter, waiting for her to step out.
Holding her heels in her hands, she avoided looking at me as I led her to the elevator.
I held my keycard against the panel so it would take us straight to the lower garage, and then I stared at her all the way down. Even disheveled and intoxicated, she was a vision, and I knew from this moment on that her being in the same city was going to be a problem.
When the doors opened, she stood there—blinking, so I slipped my arm around her waist and walked her over to my car.
"This is nice." She ran her hand over the hood. "Is this a Bugatti?"
“It's a Ferrari.” I opened the door and motioned for her to get in.
She didn’t step forward. Instead, she laughed and dropped her shoes—confirming that she was beyond drunk.
I picked her up and helped her into the seat. Then I placed her heels and purse onto the floor, adjusting the seatbelt for her.
Sliding behind the wheel and cranking the engine, I sped out of the garage and onto the empty streets.
“Where are you currently staying, Hales?” I looked over at her as I approached a red light.
“Hales?” She snorted. “You’re not allowed to call me that anymore. Only the people who I like can, and that no longer includes you. I told you long ago that our friendship is over. Overrrrrr.”
I rolled my eyes and repeated myself. “Where are you currently staying, Hayley?”
“The Four Seasons.”
“Of course.” Her brother owned one of the exclusive penthouse suites. I wanted to ask where she would be staying permanently, but I needed to keep this conversation to a minimum.
As I pulled onto the highway, she turned her head toward the window. “Is this how you operate these days, Corey? Leave your hotel suite open for whoever wants to come and fuck you?”
“The weather here is nice.” I wasn’t going there with her, ever. “I think you’ll enjoy living in San Francisco.”
“You always seemed like you were going to end up being the nice guy type when we were younger, you know? Not a playboy.” She looked over at me. “For the record, you’re sexy as hell now, and I had no idea your cock was that huge. Too bad I only felt it and didn’t see it.”
Jesus ...“You’ll also want to make sure to check out the private marina on Fisherman’s Wharf.”
“You didn’t like the way we kissed when I was on top of you?” She leaned back in the seat. “You were gripping my ass like you didn’t want the kiss to end, so I could've sworn you were enjoying it.”
“I’m not sure if Jonathan is going to buy you a car while you’re living here,” I said, now speeding so I could get her out of my car and into her hotel room ASAP. “I highly suggest asking him to get you a private driver. Either that or make use of a town car service while you're here."
“I think you prefer your sex rough.” She smoothed the hem of her dress. “I mean, it seemed like that from the way you kept biting my bottom lip. Is that true?”
“I prefer my car rides in silence. That’s true.”
“You know,” she said, looking over at me again. “I’ve never slept with any of my boyfriends, so that’s probably why the relationships don’t last. Did you know I was still a virgin?”
I didn’t answer that. The image of her staring at me and saying, “my first time” was still fresh on my mind.
“I’ll be sure to insist that your brother and his soon-to-be-fiancée schedule some city tours for you when you finally sober up,” I said. “I highly doubt you’ll even remember any of what I’m saying to you anyway.”
I managed to drive five miles without her saying a word, but she eventually cleared her throat and sighed.
“Hey, Corey?”
