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“I don’t care,” he states.
I sigh, totally unable to relate to his rebelliousness. “Please just come inside, Landon. It’s the middle of the night.”
He watches me for a moment, then surprises me by turning off the engine and opening the door. I’m even more surprised when he climbs out.
Is he actually listening to me?
I look overhead to see if pigs are flying, but all I see is a clear night sky.
“You guys are gonna have to hit the road,” Landon tells his friends. “Parker here has other 3 AM activities in mind, and I’m afraid she has nicer tits than any of you, so…”
Oh. My. God.
Arden smirks, Malek rolls his eyes, and I glare at Landon, hard.
I stiffen when he walks over and slings an arm around my neck to pull me close, but I don’t fight him.
He’s the worst, but I don’t bother denying it, either. Anyone with half a brain could see I’m not in the mood to fuck him, but at least Jordan seems to believe him, judging by his smirk.
I guess possessing at least half of a brain was too great an expectation.
I would never sleep with any of these guys, anyway, so I really don’t care what they think.
Arden pushes off his car first. “All right, man, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
The other two follow suit, getting into Malek’s sleek white sports car. I flinch when he fires up the engine.
“Why are your cars so loud?” I complain.
My Prius is much more polite than their dumb sports cars.
“To match the owners,” Landon says glibly, his arm still locked around my neck to keep me close even as he hauls me toward the stairs.
“You can let go now,” I say, trying to pull away from him.
“I could,” he agrees, but his tight grip doesn’t ease.
I’m realizing a bit belatedly that I just dismissed all the witnesses, and now I have to walk into the house with him alone.
My brain was too foggy from just waking up to think through what I was doing when I came downstairs. I thought about the possibility of him waking up everybody else and getting in trouble, and I acted without further thought.
But I should have given it further thought.
Seeking a distraction, I ask, “Are you hungry? I might make a snack while I’m downstairs.”
“Nope. You better help me to my room. I may not be sober enough to make it all by myself.”
I roll my eyes as he flashes me a puppy dog face thatshould not work at all, but does shamefully make my stomach sink. “You arenotthat drunk.”
“You don’t know how drunk I am.”
I’m uneasy as I’m forced to walk up the steps with him or risk falling down them.
When we get to the top, I see him glance up at the security camera on the front door. It would be nice if that reminded him to act right, but it doesn’t. He seems supremely unconcerned as he opens the door and hauls me inside.
“Let go of me,” I say, trying to move away from him once we’re in the foyer.
He keeps me close as he kicks the door shut, then falls back—hauling me with him—to lock the door. “Gotta make sure no one steals you.”
