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I wear the panties to school, but not the bra.
I’m pretty sure every single old geek can tell, too.
And it’s just a little bit windy standing out in front of the main entrance, so when Ryker pulls up—wearing dark sunglasses, a white button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos, and a pair of gray slacks, all inside a smokin’ hot freaking Tesla!—I feel a little bit like Marilyn Monroe standing over that gust of air coming up from a street vent. Except in peach.
He idles. Waiting for me to walk over to the car.
I open the door, slide in and gape at this beautiful monster. Both of them. Him and the car.
“Nice, right?” he says. “It’s next year’s prototype. And full disclosure, it’s not mine. I had to cash in a major favor to pick you up in this.”
I try to hide my smile but I can’t. Not even behind my hand, because I’m giggling.
“That’s funny, huh?”
“Well,” I say, straightening my skirt, then flipping it up to flash him a quick look. “Your reward awaits.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he says, pulling away from the curb. “All the rewards belong to you, Aria. You hungry?”
“I can’t go into a restaurant without panties.”
“How else am I going to play with your pussy in public?”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m quite annoyed at being dismissed last night after I took such good care of you.”
“Did you go to the doctor?” I ask.
He side-eyes me. “Yes. Results in a few days. But I’m clean. I promise. Besides,” he says, lifting up the center console. “I brought these.”
I peek inside and laugh again. Condoms. “You’re the one who said one-night stand, Ryker.”
“Yeah, but we bonded, right? I deflowered you.” Then he looks over at me and smiles. Winking behind his glasses. I can tell because his cheek lifts up a little.
“You wanted to stay over?” I ask.
“Maybe. But forget it now. I got your rules down. Fuck you hard and leave you immediately.”
I sit back in my seat and smile, enjoying the sunshine on my face as we drive around. “So where are you going to do these nasty things to me?”
“The Corinthian Hotel.”
“Stop it. We’re not playing these games there.”
“Why not?”
“It’s classy.”
“You in that dress with no underwear is classy.”
“So classy.” I giggle again. And it’s weird. Because I don’t know him. Like at all. But I feel like I do. I feel like we’re known each other forever and this is just one of hundreds of times we’ve been out together.
But we do go to the hotel. He pulls up in the valet and then someone’s opening my door, and I have to be very careful not to flash anyone because seriously, this skirt is too flirty to not wear underwear. But then Ryker is there, looking like a hot drummer, and he takes my hand and leads me inside to the restaurant.
They serve tea in the lobby seating area, and I’ve had tea here with my parents quite a few times, but I’ve never been to the restaurant.
“North,” he tells the maître d’, holding up two fingers.
Those two fingers were inside me last night.
“This way, Mr. North,” the maître d’ says.
We follow him into a dark corner half-circle booth with low lighting and I scoot in, all the way into the far corner, and Ryker scoots in right beside me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
Well, I will say one thing. None of the boys in high school could ever pull this date off, that’s for sure.
Ryker takes his sunglasses off and sets them on the table, then turns towards me a little and says, “Meet any cute boys at school?”
“No,” I say.
“Mmmm-hmm,” he says, picking up his menu. “Called that one.”
“You didn’t call anything,” I say, picking up my menu.
But he grabs it from me and says, “I’m ordering for you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I guess I’ll learn fast then.” And he winks again.
He’s being kind of… dickish. I guess that’s a word. Letting me know he’s slightly annoyed with me. But at the same time he’s doing everything right. The car, the clothes, the restaurant, the booth. All of it makes me feel wonderfully taken care of.
“Thank you,” I say.
“For what?”
“For all of it. It was… nice.”
“Nice?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Nice as in thoughtful,” I say. “All of it. You didn’t need to be so careful with me, so I just want you to know that I appreciate that.”
“God, Aria,” he says, rubbing his jaw with his hand.
“What?”
“You’re so fucking sweet.”
“Thanks?” I say. “I guess.”
“No, really,” he says, taking my hand and kissing it. “You’re fucking killing me. You are honest, and willing.” He waggles his eyebrows at me. “But most of all… just sweet. I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re just a nice girl. A really nice girl.”
