He shrugged, kissing down my neck. “You could technically get undressed in front of him, but he’s going to have questions. And I will be there to answer every single one. There is a third option.”
“Which is?” I asked, my face flushed, the heat creeping up my spine from him kissing me.
“You go out with me tonight instead.”
“You’re…asking me on a date?”
“We’re all going out for a ride tonight, and then a movie. You could come with me.”
“So not a date?”
He sighed, leaning his head down onto my shoulder. “Whatever you need to call it to make you go with me.”
“That’s not an answer,” I demanded. I stayed still underneath him. One minute, I was scared the man could kill me, and the next, I was demanding he tell me if we were going on a date or not.
He moved down my neck, kissing his way to my collarbone. “It’s enough of an answer. Are you coming with me? Or are you going out on a date, so I have to follow you all night?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I absolutely would.”
“Fine. I’ll go with you, so one, you don’t stalk me more, and two, I don’t wake up tomorrow with a permanent tattoo of your name on me.”
He gave a satisfied groan, dropping to kiss me. “I change my mind. Please go on your date. Stalking you, killing him, tattooing my name on you. It sounds like my dream date.”
“I’m going with you!”
“Fine,” he said, pressing his groin against mine. “Then get out of here so I can get things done, and I’ll pick you up later.”
“You’re really going to take me out and let me see some sliver of your life?”
“I am,” he said as he got up and kissed his name written on me. Then he was pulling me to my feet with him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, walking me back out front to the shop and then to my car.“You drove here? I assumed you had a fancy ass driver waiting out here.”
“Nope, just me and my car.”
“Do you drive it often? I’ve never seen it. I love it, but I’ve never seen it.”
“You seem shocked, and I’m really glad I’m the one surprising you this time. And to answer your question, no, I haven’t driven it in years.”
“Why today?”
“It felt…rebellious,” I said, smiling as I got in. “I’ll see you later?”
“You’ll hear me coming, Rebel.”
“Or you can text me like a normal person,” I yelled, putting down the window as I started the car.
“No,” he yelled, grinning as I backed out. “That fun new tattoo you have better be there when I see you tonight.”
I couldn’t find anything to say as I pulled out, glancing back more than once to see Rook still there, watching and waiting as I left. I would see him in a few hours, and I already wished it wouldn’t be that long.
I felt like I was losing my mind. One day, I had been living my perfectly normal life, and the next, I had gotten on the back of a murderer’s motorcycle and had been chasing after him ever since.
I didn’t know if this was a slow descent into madness or if I had tripped and fallen into it immediately. But either way, I liked it.
Twenty-Three
Rook
