“Who’s struggling to keep up now?” he teased, throwing my earlier words back at me.
“You…you giant. I take ten steps for every one of yours,” I blew out an exasperated breath, trying to hide the fact that I was slightly winded. I brushed back a strand of hair.
Don’t stand between a woman and her wine.
He stilled, grinning down at me. While he was distracted, I leaned over and tried to steal the wine from his basket.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” He spun, moving it out of reach.
Our chests brushed against each other, and we both froze.
Holy fuck.
His eyes widened.
My mouth formed a small “o.”
His touch was electric, and judging from his expression, he’d felt it too. Every nerve, every cell in my body, seemed to sing, and I wondered what the hell was going on.
He was the first to break the spell. I was annoyed he’d been able to get himself under control, while I was still struggling to compose myself.
With his basket behind him, he leaned forward. “It’s yours, if…you tell me your name and number.”
What was mine?
I shook my head to clear it. Oh, right—the wine he’d stolen out from under me.Thief.
“It’s 213-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U.”
He chuckled. “Nice. Real mature. I bet you’ve been waiting to bust that out again since middle school.”
“At least I’m not stillinmiddle school.”Did I really just say that?
He stepped toward the self-checkout, totally calling my bluff. I narrowed my eyes at him and stepped up right beside him. This close, I could smell his cologne as the bare skin of his tanned, toned forearm brushed against mine. I was being immature and reckless, but something about this man made it impossible to think straight.
He checked out, waiting for the Target employee to card him. Then watched as I scanned my pregnancy tests and vibrator. I wanted to laugh at the odd combination, but I was too irritated. The beep seemed abnormally loud, echoing against the tile floors as his eyes bored into me. I jabbed at the screen before finally ripping the receipt from the machine.
“Last chance.” He arched his brow as we walked through the doors, our arms nearly touching.
“Your loss.”
The lights on a Tesla blinked, and I unlocked my Mercedes coupe, which was parked right across from his car.Of course.
“Until next time.” He grinned, folding himself into the driver’s seat.
“This could be your one and only chance,” I said, thinking he was awfully cocky.
“Somehow, I have a feeling we’ll meet again.” He smirked, and I wanted to wipe it off his face.
As I drove back to Alexis’s house, I replayed my conversation with the super-hot stranger over and over again in my head. He seemed like the kind of guy who could give me exactly what I needed—no-strings-attached, freaking amazing sex without feelings. Even from our brief interaction, I didn’t get the impression he was the type of guy to cuddle. I didn’t get the impression he was the type of guy to ever want more, unless it was more sex.
I slammed the palm of my hand on the wheel, annoyed with myself.
What the hell was wrong with me? What was it about this man that got me both hot and bothered and completely flustered?
I finally pulled into Alexis’s driveway, consoling myself with the thought that there would be other men. There always were. Super-hot Target Guy would’ve been just another in a line of passing diversions. I would’ve had my fun with him then moved on like I always did.
But seriously? A magnum.I bit back a groan, imagining the possibilities.
