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“Let me give you a ride home.”
What? Oh, hell no.
“No, that’s not necessary.”
Nor was it wise. Her body, despite the accident, felt like a volcano about to erupt in his presence. Every time he spoke, a vibration ran through her.
“I’ll book an Uber.” Willow pulled out her phone and wrapped an arm around her middle. Despite the inferno raging within her, she could feel the chill of shock setting in.
The other guy ended his phone call.
“You saving damsels in distress now?” He smirked, then raised an eyebrow as Silver Eyes removed his jacket and laid it over her shoulders.
“I’m giving thisdamsel in distressa ride home. Give me the keys.” He held out his hand and tipped his chin up toward the building in front of them. “I’ll be back by the time he’s done.”
He? Who was “he”?
The jacket was warm and had a deliciously masculine scent she wanted to melt into. She let out a little groan, and may have wiggled into it a little. Still, Willow considered herself street smart. She hadn’t survived living in Los Angeles all her life by getting in vehicles with strangers.
“I’m not in distress.” She shrugged off the jacket and began to hand it back, quietly mourning the loss of the delicious scent.
She would not be accepting his offer of a ride home nor getting in a vehicle with him. He looked like the strong, protective type, but that didn’t mean she could trust him. Or his pecs.
He pushed the jacket back in place. “You hit your head and can barely stand up. Let me help you, woman.”
Woman?
Oh, so it was like that, was it?
She knew exactly the type of man he was. Protective, yes. But also dominant and bossy. Probably incredible in bed, but a complete control freak outside of it. Unfortunately, she had a love-hate relationship with those kinds of men. They turned her on, but she hated being controlled.
Or have I just never met a man mentally stronger than me?
“Like I said, I’ll just book an Uber.”
“No, you won’t,” he growled. Like, an actual growl.
Startled, she looked up from her phone, a chill running through her. “What?”
Something felt wrong.
“It’s not safe,” he said.
She narrowed her eyes, glanced at his friend, then laughed to lighten the situation. “I don’t even know your name. You’re a stranger. I appreciate you catching my fall, but I am not getting into a car with a stranger late at night.”
Okay, so it wasn’t that late, but still. Did this man think she was stupid? This was Los Angeles, for goodness’ sake. Getting into a car with someone who looked like he had a gun stashed in those tight, hot pants was stupid and irresponsible.
I don’t think that’s a gun.
Willow began removing the jacket, but again, he stopped her.
“Frank. My name is Frank.”
His friend coughed. She glanced at them both with narrowed eyes. “Your name isnotFrank.” She really hoped she hadn’t just offended him. But seriously,Frank?
“Okay, fine, it’s Brayden. Now you know my name, so let me drive you home.”
“So now you’re just making up names and expect me to jump in your car? No, nope, nada. Not happening.” She stepped away, removed his jacket, and looked around for a place to put it.
