“I don’t have STDs.”
“Sure, that’s what the whole team says.”
“We just did physicals.” I don’t know why I’m getting defensive now. I’m not sticking my dick in random places.
“Whatever. Why are you here?”
“I saw you, so I came in to say hi since you don’t respond to my texts.”
“I’m working.”
“You don’t?—”
She holds her hand up to stop me from speaking. “I don’t have time for this conversation, so unless you have any information about last night and the boathouse, you need to go.”
“I haven’t heard anything. You?”
She shakes her head no. “Then you need to go,” she tells me again.
“How late do you work?”
“If I tell you, will you leave?”
“Will you lie to me?”
“Would I? Yes. Will I be right now? No.”
“Then I can’t trust you.” I walk over and drop down into one of the chairs.
“You can’t linger here. This is a private business.”
“I can be a customer. How many oil changes to stay for the day?”
This time a small laugh does leave her as she shakes her head at me. I’m wearing her down, which brings me a small sense of relief. She’s not as immune to me as she pretends to be. Thank fuck for that.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I fucking know.” Ridiculous is pretty mild at this point.
“Luke.” Her voice softens. “Please, it’s my first day. I’m off at one.” I stand, having gotten what I wanted. I make my way over to her.
“I’ll see you at one, Buttercup.” Those pillowy lips of hers purse, and I quickly press my mouth to them.
“You’re annoying,” she huffs against my mouth.
“And you’re a brat.”
“I am not.” She shoves me in the chest. “Now get the hell out of here.” I smirk, getting another one of her eye rolls.
“One, Buttercup,” I tell her before heading back out the door and across the street. I said I’d leave the shop. I never promised to go far.
I’m finding that next to impossible when it comes to Madeline Pearson.
Chapter Fifteen
MADELINE
Idig through my purse, finding my lip gloss so I’ll stop licking my lips. How come when Luke kisses me, it lingers? There is this tingle and excited flutter inside of me. I have no clue what I’m going to do about him. I hate the fact that I like the way he makes me feel.
