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What the fuck did I just walk into?
WHEN I STEP OUTSIDE to meet Ainsley the next morning, she’s nowhere to be found. Instead, a matte black wet dream of a car is parked directly up front with a stupidly sexy guy leaning against it.
“What are you doing here?”
Kingston flashes a predatory grin. “Giving you a ride to school.”
I shake my head vehemently. “Nuh-uh. You must have me confused with Peyton.”
He takes his time perusing my body from head to toe before replying. “Trust me, sweetheart, I could never confuse you for Peyton.”
I ignore what that look does to my panties and pull out my phone to text Ainsley.
“Don’t bother,” Kingston says. “Ainsley’s car is getting detailed. Reed’s giving her a lift and I told her I’d pick you up.”
I stuff my phone in my backpack. “Why couldn’t you drive her since you live together? I’ll just ask Frank to drive me.”
“Because I wanted you to ride with me, not my sister. And tough luck, sweetheart, but Frank has the day off.”
I sigh, realizing I’m not going to win this argument. “How do you know that?”
A devilish grin lights up his face. “I have my sources.”
Kingston opens the weird ass door. It hinges forward until the entire thing is vertical above the ground. “Get in the car, princess.”
“I’d rather walk.”
That’s a total lie. I really want to ride in that car, but a girl’s gotta have some pride.
He gives me a wry look. “You’d rather walk ten miles?”
I prop a hand on my hip. “Maybe I don’t trust you behind the wheel of that thing.”
Kingston lovingly caresses the top of the vehicle. “That thing, is a Koenigsegg Agera RS. She’s a two-point-five-million dollar piece of performance machinery that can go from zero to sixty in two-point-nine seconds. Watch how you speak about her. You don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
My jaw drops. I can’t fathom paying that much money for a car. “Wow... you give new meaning to the word spoiled. Your dad must love you a lot.”
He narrows his eyes. “Actually, it was an eighteenth birthday present to myself.” Kingston grabs my hand and pulls me into him before whispering. “For the record, I wouldn’t take shit from that bastard. Not that I need to explain myself to you, but my mother left me a considerable inheritance. It’s old family money from her side. I get everything on my twenty-first birthday, but the trustee made an exception to release the funds to buy this. Two mill is nothing compared to what I have left.”
I pull away from him, suppressing a shiver from having his hot breath in my ear. “Is that supposed to impress me, rich boy?”
Kingston smirks. “Nah. I know it doesn’t impress you which is why I told you. It’s not exactly something I go around bragging about. I’m not a moron—that’d be asking for trouble. This trust thing goes both ways, Jazz.”
Shit. I have nothing to say to that.
He laughs. “You’re going to make us late if you don’t get your ass in the car. Now get in the damn car.”
I hate how my body responds to his commanding tone.
“Fine,” I huff. “But I’m finding my own way home.”
As he’s closing my door he says, “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”
Kingston rounds the front of the vehicle and gets in on the driver’s side.
Fuck, the whole car smells like leather and his spicy cologne. It’s doing all sorts of things to my girly parts, and I hate him for it.
He presses a button to start the engine and fastens his seat belt. “You ready?”
