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He made a face. “I know that was probably supposed to sound sexy, but it just came out pretentious.”
Vlado laughed heartily. “He’s got your number, Ev.”
“So, Vlado. How’re you? Anything new or fun in your life?” Nick asked. A warm smile stretched his lips as he turned his focus to the front of the car.
“Can’t complain. Or I could, but bossman is here so I’d better not.” Vlado winked at him in the rearview mirror.
“Is he being his usual self?”
“He is.”
“Bummer for you.”
“I’m sitting right here,” I drawled.
Nick flicked his gaze to mine. “Do you mind, I’m trying to have a conversation with Vlado.”
“You’re extra feisty today,” I said, not bothering to hide my smirk. Usually an attitude like Nick’s would piss me off, but on him, it was endearing.
“I’m in a mood. And I have no idea where we’re going or what we’re doing. I figure I’d better lean into it now so I don’t scandalize your beige friends with my sassiness.”
“You don’t have to worry about that today.”
“Huh? Youwantme to scandalize people today?”
“I mean you don’t have to worry about boring people.”
“I’m not following,” Nick said.
“We’re not going to an event.”
“We’re not? Is that why you told me to wear my own clothes?” He smoothed the front of his shirt. “You have no idea how hard it was to find something you’d approve of in my closet that you didn’t buy me.”
I traced my gaze down his lean frame. He’d put on a pair of skinny jeans, a thick leather belt with an ornate brass buckle, and an oversized striped t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and had an asymmetrical cut so one side snaked down his thigh and the other ended just above his belt.
He looked incredible, and the eclectic outfit highlighted his tight and toned physique while also giving a playful and fun vibe.
“You do approve, right?”
I lifted my gaze to his anxious face. “I approve. You look gorgeous, as usual.”
His cheeks pinked as he smiled shyly. “Thanks. So do you. But you need to learn what casual means.”
“I know what it means.”
“Do you?” He gripped the grab handle above the window next to him. “Only a rich person would have padded holy-shit bars in their car.”
“Holy-shit bars?” Vlado and I asked together.
“Yeah.” He wiggled the grab handle. “This thing. You don’t call them holy-shit bars? That’s what my brain yells when I have to grab it.”
I chuckled. “I’ve never heard anyone call them that before.”
“Probably because Vlado’s a good driver. I love my friends, but I spend a lot of time hanging on for dear life when I get rides from them. But anyway, slacks, a shirt, and tie is business wear.”
“He’s wearing loafers,” Vlado said. “So at least his feet are casual.”
“Those aren’t loafers, they’re boat shoes. And you’re wearing them with socks.” Nick wrinkled his nose and shook his head ruefully. “You’re too young and too hot to have those on your feet. I mean, you might as well just put on some Crocs.”
