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When I leave my bedroom, Lance is nowhere in sight. The man must have run from the house for him to be out of sight in the time it took me to pull off my ruined underwear and put my dress straight.
I head for my bedroom in the west wing and pull on some fresh underwear, and then I change into a pair of light wash, loose jeans and a thin white T-shirt, forgoing a bra.
If he’s going to try and take me on a date, I’ll make it impossible for him to take me anywhere swanky.
The idea of this being anything more than fun isn’t something I want to think about. Lance is fun to mess with. I can imagine he will be even more fun locked between my thighs. I just need to convince him to drop the “your brother will kill me if I touch you” act, especially when his mouth has already touched the parts of me that matter.
I find Lance in the car waiting for me when I leave the house, and he barely glances at me before looking through the windscreen and driving down the lane to the main road.
I’ll make the bastard crack.
And I’ll enjoy every second of it.
Lance
We don’t speak in the car, and the only time I dare look at her is when I’m certain she won’t notice. She’s wearing a sly smile I can barely make out in the dim lighting.
When we pull up to the restaurant half an hour later, I jump out and walk around to her door.
She steps past me and looks down at her T-shirt, then up at the restaurant again. “Can we go to a drive-through?”
I shake my head, my lips twitching.
Her eyes narrow, and she turns, walking off in front of me. I quickly catch up and lace our fingers, putting her slightly behind me and keeping her close at my side as we cross the car park.
I don’t know if she wants to hold my hand, but I don’t care. It feels too good having her at my side.
Once inside, we’re seated quickly and shown to a round booth on the far right of the restaurant.
“Can I get you guys some drinks?” the waitress asks us.
“A water for me, please. With lemon, if you have it and no ice,” Scarlet answers.
“Can we get a jug?” I say, sliding in next to Scarlet.
I can feel her eyes on me as the waitress backs away, and I turn to look at her, finding her staring at me unbashful.
My eyes narrow at the same time her lips twist up. She drops her gaze to my mouth. “How’d I taste?”
This fucking woman.
My head tilts, more in warning than anything else. But the way she only smiles back, not giving a shit, has my head leaning in, my hand grasping either side of her mouth. I pull her face to mine so I can kiss her hard and fast.
“You tasted like I knew you would,” I groan, pulling back an inch.
“Which was?”
Sweet. Addictive. “Trouble,” I tell her. “But I knew that from the moment I met you.”
“In the elevator with the hot accent guy?”
“Are you baiting me, Scarlet?”
“I’d never. But an FYI…” She leans in, her body brushing mine as she whispers in my ear. “When you say my name like that… a little pissed off, and fully, it makes me—”
“Two glasses of lemon water. Are you ready to order?”
I can’t take my eyes off her despite the waitress standing over us. I lift a brow and ask, “What would you like to eat, Scarlet?”
