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“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t put that on your Tinder profile or any other dating app. Most women wouldn’t be impressed by it. I, sure as hell, am not.”
Shoving my shorts down so I can kick them off my feet, I hear Damon curse beneath his breath behind me. Guess he likes the thong I’m wearing tonight. Also pity for him, that’s all he’ll see.
I grab my jeans to pull them on, but Damon moved closer when I wasn’t looking and wraps his hand over my wrist.
“You had more questions. I wouldn’t mind answering them now.”
“Oh yeah? How much is that going to cost me?”
He grins, a boyish dimple indenting his cheek.
“At least let me drive you home. I know Brinley can’t do it.
I tug my wrist from his hold and continue getting dressed.
“I’m not riding on your motorcycle. The less of I touch you, the better.”
“That’s a good thing since I don’t have my bike anymore. It got torched tonight with all my other cars.”
My eyes meet his. “Torched?”
“Long story.”
“Lemme guess. One of the women you used and abused finally decided to get even? You happen to know who she is? I’d like to shake her hand.”
He chuckles. “Something like that.”
Damon runs his fingers through his hair then rubs at the back of his neck.
“No motorcycle. No touching. You’ll have your own seat all to yourself.”
It’s better than an Uber. At least, he’s already here, and I won’t have to wait outside for ten minutes.
A thought comes to mind.
“Since accepting a ride from you is torture, I consider that a cost.”
His brow arches. “Okay, so what are you saying?”
“I accept the ride, and you answer some questions.”
The brow somehow arches higher. “How many?”
I’m not pushing my luck with this one, and I really need to know why Brinley got caught up in their shit. Plus, what’s so damn important about that flash drive? I need to know before I call Kane.
“Two.”
“Let me get this straight … I’m doing you a favor, and you get to ask questions if you accept?”
“Precisely,” I retort. “Because with that long memory of yours, you should know that I can’t fucking stand you. The ride home will be a nightmare.”
Damon smiles, and I try not to melt at the sight of it. Just like earlier tonight, his usual anger isn’t wrapping around him like I cloak. I’d be a liar to claim I don’t want to spend time with this other side of him.
Even if it is just a ride home.
“And you can’t come up to my apartment. A ride only.”
“Those are your terms?” he asks.
