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“I like to go fast.”
“Most guys do, don’t they?” I forced myself to look out the window, ignoring the pool of heat between my legs as the image of riding him snuck into my thoughts. Hell, I’d never even been in that position in my life! What right did I have to think about it?
In the reflection of the glass, I spotted him glancing at me. “Slow is good, too,” he said as the car rolled to a stop at a red light.
I ignored the possible innuendo of his words and kept my eyes glued outside. A few guys were singing a song at one of the tables outside a cute little painted-red pub. I was pretty sure I’d seen that pub listed as one of the “places to visit while in Dublin” during my last-minute research before I flew over. I wasn’t much of a drinker, though. My tolerance to alcohol was somewhere between zero and negative ten. Besides, I didn’t have the most positive memories associated with the stuff.
I shut my eyes as a cold spell of the past whispered across my skin. Chills followed as goose bumps covered my arms.
No. Don’t think about that.
“Adam?”
“Yeah?”
The car started to move, and I opened my eyes. “Are you seeing anyone?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just curious, I guess.”
A soft hum came from his lips. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’ll answer it if you—”
His laughter had me snapping my attention to him. “What makes you think I want to know?” He paused for a moment. “And the answer better be that you’re single.”
What? “And why is that?”
He shook his head. “Because I pegged you as innocent. And if you were my girl, and you went around texting another bloke about your arse, I’d lose my shite.”
“Oh really? What makes you think I’m so innocent?”
He halted at another red light and scratched his brow as his lips pulled at the edges. “You radiate light. Like some sort of angel.”
My lips spread open in surprise. “I—what?”
“And I’m not good for someone like you,” he said in a throaty voice before shifting his blue eyes away.
There it was again, that whole bad boy routine. What could be so bad about him? Then the two thugs who knew him came to mind. Still, I needed to kill the awkwardness that hung heavy between us as he tore down the street. “No worries, love,” I mimicked him, “you’re far from my type, anyway.”
His hand tightened on the steering wheel as he shifted gears with the other. When he didn’t respond, I looked out the window once again, feeling a little bad about my comment now.
A few minutes later, Adam pulled up in front of my hotel. “I thought you were going to drop me off a block away.” I unbuckled my belt and sat up straight.
“I’ll stay in the car—no one will see us. Relax.” He shifted in his seat to face me.
“You know why I’m worried.”
“It’s my company—who the feck cares what anyone thinks? I’ll tell them to go to hell for ya if anyone gives you shit.”
“I just don’t want people to think I didn’t earn the job . . . if I get it, that is.”
“I don’t make that decision, so it shouldn’t matter.” He shrugged.
Sure, it was no big deal to him, but I’d only been at the company two days, and the last thing I wanted was to establish a reputation as—well, someone less than innocent.
“Goodnight.”
