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“Devyn,” he says, the word dripping off his tongue.
God, that’s even better.
They pile into the back seat, and the blended scent of their cologne creeps through the car, invading my senses and making my thoughts hazy. Whatever they’re wearing smells expensive.
And delicious.
Dragging myself back to reality, I look down at the address on my phone and clear my throat. “We’re going to Akers Mill Road, correct?”
I’m not familiar with the street, but it’s only ten minutes away. A short trip. I’ll be on to my next ride in no time and be that much closer to making rent.
“Actually…” The man with dark hair speaks up, his voice hinted with an indistinguishable accent. “Would it be a problem if we changed that?”
My hand hesitates on the gearshift, and I meet his eyes in the rearview mirror. The intensity of his gaze burns into me, like he’s staring straight through to my jumbled thoughts, and a shiver tumbles down my spine. This isn’t the first time I’ve carted around attractive men, or even businessmen, in the city, but these two make me nervous. I don’t know if it’s because they radiate wealth and power or if I sense something sinister hovering just below their pleasant expressions, but they set my blood on fire with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.
“Where to?” I ask, my eyes still glued to his in the reflection.
“Club 47. Are you familiar with it?”
I shake my head. Despite my frequent trips around Atlanta, I’ve never heard of it. “I can plug it into the GPS.”
My fingers speed across the phone screen as I type in the new destination, and I try to ignore the intimidating gaze of the dark-haired man in the mirror, but I can feel it burrowing into me. An uneasiness knots my stomach when the directions come up—Club 47 is nearly an hour from here.
“Umm…” I start, not entirely sure how to let these men down.
An hour is way farther than I typically drive, and the thought of being in unfamiliar territory with two strangers—two men several times my size that could easily overpower me—makes my skin crawl with warning. There’s a taser under the seat that gives me the tiniest bit of comfort, but I’ve never used it before so I’m not sure how beneficial it would be in a worst-case scenario.
Even in the best-case scenario, I could miss out on several rides in the process, and it’ll take that much longer before I can head home for the night.
The good just doesn’t seem to outweigh the bad.
“That’s a bit farther than I expected.” My voice trails off as I struggle internally.
“We understand if it’s an issue.” The blond man tugs on the door handle with a frown on his face and eases the door open. “We didn’t expect the location of our meeting to change, but we can wait on someone else.”
Damn it.As much of an inconvenience as driving them will be, it pales in comparison to the guilt I would feel for making them wait on another ride. Who knows how long it will be before someone else comes along? Besides, Cara is counting on me to come up with my half of the rent.
If she were here, she’d tell me to suck it up and drive them, and I try to attribute my willingness to that fact and not my increasing desire to spend time with these two men. There’s something mesmerizing about them that clouds my thoughts with excitement, and I feel the urge to needle them with tempting questions flickering to life in my mind.
I roll my eyes at myself. One of these days, my curiosity is going to get me in a lot of trouble.
“No.” The word rushes past my lips, and I reach for the gearshift again. “It’s no problem at all.”
“We really don’t want to be a burden,” the blond says with a simple shake of his head. “I’m sure we can find a taxi or—”
“It’s fine.” My tone is a little sharper than I intended, but I don’t want to argue with him. “If you’re going to a meeting, you don’t want to be late. I can take you.”
Our eyes meet in the rearview mirror, and a tiny furrow forms between his eyebrows. I imagine he’s trying to guess how long it’ll take to best me in a challenge of politeness, but he won’t win. He must know it too, because after a beat, he snaps the door shut again and tugs his seat belt across his hips.
“Thank you, Miss Devyn.” He tips his head in a nod.
We pull away from the curb and slip into traffic. I try not to appear half as annoyed as I am with the bumper-to-bumper madness and pinch my bottom lip between my teeth to avoid yelling at incompetent drivers. That isn’t the kind of impression I want to leave on these men.
I’m not sure what kind of impression Iwantto make, but it’s definitely not one of a screaming mad woman. They would probably jump out of the car and run away.
Can’t have that.
As we roll to a halt at a red light, the men fall into low conversation. I try to distract myself with the music on the radio, which is playing so quietly that I can barely hear it, but their deep, velvety voices transfix me, and I’m unable to tune them out.
