She stood on the footstep with hands on hips arguing with the driver. He didn’t need to hear what she was saying to know she was pissed. The door of the bus swung closed.
It took off leaving her staring after it and shaking her head.
Noticing his BMW, Holly dropped her clenched fists by her side, pulled her shoulders back and wobbled on her feet to the car. He admired the way her hips swayed even though his baggy sweater hung just above her knees and wasn’t quite steady on her feet. A woman in his clothes and wearing heels made for sin was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat.
The door flew open and she dropped onto the passenger seat. “Is it too late to take you up on your offer for a ride to the station?”
By the tension etched on her face and the fire sparking from her light brown eyes, he didn’t crack any jokes about the offer having expired. “Not at all.”
She sighed. “Thanks.”
“What happened?” he asked as he pulled onto the road.
“Your sweater wasn’t enough to mask my ‘occupation.’” She made air quotes with her fingers. “The driver refused to let me on. Dammit, I should’ve picked up my clothes from Declan’s place last night.” She plonked her elbow on the door and dropped her head in her hand.
This neighbourhood didn’t normally see prostitutes on the side of the road but the arsehole driver should have let her on the bus. Now it was up to him to get her to the station. He needed to be on set by 7.30 am.
“Whose Declan?” he asked.
“Someone who I thought was a friend.”
“I’m sensing it didn’t end well?” he remarked.
She made a huffing sound. “You could say that.”
“What happened?” he gave her a quick questioning glance then focused his attention back on the road.
She shrugged and stared out the passenger side window. “Guys are all cheating bastards. The end.”
It wasn’t any of his business to press for more details, so he let breakfast radio fill in their lack of conversation. After a couple of minutes, he said, “Where’s the train taking you?” Hopefully far enough away so their paths never crossed again and he wouldn’t have to worry about the unexpected surge of attraction pulling him towards her.
“Home to Melbourne.”
“You’re going home…” He glanced at her outfit. “Dressed like that?”
She wiggled in her seat and tried pulling the hem of her short skirt down. It didn’t budge. “I wanted to stop at Declan’s apartment to collect my stuff before catching the train but I can’t now.”
“Why not?”
“You’re taking me straight to the station.”
“How much time do you have before you need to be on the train?”
She glanced at him and frowned but looked at her watch. “Two hours. Why?”
“Because we’re getting your things,” he answered surprised with the words spilling from his mouth. Why…why would he offer to do that? Because he couldn’t let her go home dressed like a pauper and because something about Holly made him want to spend a few extra moments in her company.
“I don’t have much, it’s probably for the best I don’t go back there.”
“It’s your stuff and we’re getting it back.” Putting an end to anymore arguing.
She nibbled her bottom lip, hesitating for a moment before she said, “Okay, thanks.”
He flashed her a smile. “Punch the address in the GPS. Let’s pay Declan a visit.”
Chapter 8
“Idon’t need my stuff. Let’s just go.”
