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I nodded and leaned against the seat. The interior of the car was starting to spin.
I swallowed hard. “I wanted my twenty-first birthday to be fun before I resigned myself to a lifetime as Mrs. Sebastian Steele.”
“You’ve had enough fun for one lifetime.”
“Oh really? You’re such a hypocrite.” I could hear myself starting to slur. “You’ve had decades of fun with tons of women. You’re a total player! I went to school with Brittany Sheldon.”
Brittany was the year above me at Brown. According to the Kappa rumor mill, she went on an absolutely disastrous whirlwind spring break romance with Sebastian a couple of years ago. He broke her heart and several pieces of tiki-themed glassware at an exclusive Mexican resort.
“That’s different. And what happened with Brittany was … a fluke. Neither of us knew what we wanted or how to communicate it.”
“So, you flung a tiki torch into the Gulf of Mexico?”
“I didn’t say it was my finest moment. Anyway, it’s different for me.”
“How so?”
“Well, for one thing, I’m a man.”
“I’ll add sexist to your list of insufferable qualities.”
He ignored the comment. “Was that really how you wanted to announce our engagement to all of your sorority sisters and society friends? By making out with a bunch of strangers? Great idea, Rebecca. You’re really showing your parents now! Was that it? Were you mad at your daddy?”
“That’s rich coming from you! Don’t act like you’ve never made out with a stranger! It’s a fake relationship. It doesn’t matter. None of it does.” I rolled down the window and let the cool air hit my face. “It’s what our parents want.” I closed my eyes. “I think I’m gonna hurl.”
“This is a three-hundred-thousand-dollar car,” Sebastian roared.
“You should have thought about that before you picked up a drunk girl from the club.”
Sebastian cut across lanes and stopped at the curb. I opened the door and emptied my stomach.
“Real classy.” Sebastian sneered.
“You’re such a hypocrite,” I mumbled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. At least the car had stopped spinning. Now that my stomach contents were free of alcohol, I was starting to sober up. Sebastian needed to know that two could play this game.
Sebastian ignored my jibe and helped me back into the car. He continued to glower in my direction as he drove. After throwing up, I felt a little better. Jasmine texted me that she had made it home safely.
“Take me to your place,” I insisted.
“Why?”
“I want to see what your penthouse looks like. Or wait, shouldn’t I sayourpenthouse?”
“You’ve never accepted an invitation to see it before.”
“Well, I changed my mind.” I ran my hands over the supple leather of the seats. “If it’s supposed to be my home sweet home, I might as well check out my new digs. Now tell me, what’s the view like? Also, bedroom-wise.” Sebastian looked alarmed; I was enjoying toying with him.
“What’s your preferred thread count for sheets? I’m an Egyptian cotton girl myself, but I’m willing to compromise.”
“I don’t know off the top of my head. Who keeps track of stuff like that? My sheets are my sheets. Besides, you smell like vomit.”
I hit him on the arm. “God, you’re a dick! Don’t you know you’re never supposed to tell a lady if she smells?”
“It’s true. Would you prefer that I lie?”
“I can use the mouthwash at your place.” I cocked an eyebrow in his direction. “Or are you one of those Neanderthal bachelors who doesn’t own mouthwash or pillowcases? Am I about to walk into a room with nothing but a mattress on some milk crates?”
“No! I own mouthwash, Jesus. You can come over, but I’m not cleaning up a mess if you get sick.” He pointed to the cup holders between us. “Here, take some mints.”
