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“Then leave! I can find another ride home.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Sure I can.”
“Less talking, more eating. The last thing I need is the thorn in my ass splattering along the highway because she was too damn drunk to hold on to me.”
Oh my god. I have to hold on to him all the way home on the back of his bike. And it’s going to be cold…
“Is that why you bought the sweatshirt?”
“One of the reasons.”
“The other reason was to cover me up?”
“Yes.”
“Because you don’t like my outfit?”
“Eat.”
Drunk Holly is also stupidly horny Holly, apparently, because Mr. Perry’s glower is starting to look yummy.
“Or was it because you liked my outfit too much?” I can’t help but ask.
“Finish eating.”
“I will when you answer my question.”
“Fine. You look like a cocktease in over your head playing a very dangerous game.”
“Well, that’s the point. I was trying to get me some tonight.”
“Eat. Now.”
I keep eating because my stomach is grumbling, not because of Mr. Perry’s growl. And while I eat, I think about how stupid I feel to have fallen for the charms of the asshole who took my car, my phone, everything.
“Do you think he broke in to my town house?”
Mr. Perry’s gaze turns glacial. I swear the temperature in the diner drops about ten degrees, making me huddle down into the sweatshirt. “He knows where you live?”
I nod as I pick up a fry and chew it slowly, starting to feel full. “He picked me up, then insisted I drive my car. Now he has my keys…”
“You’re not going back there, not until your landlord changes the locks.”
“Then where…”
“You can stay in Lyla’s room tonight.”
“Okay,” I agree with a nod since I wouldn’t feel safe alone there tonight. “Thank you, Mr. Perry.”
“Eat.”
Biting back a grin, I ask, “Is that like your favorite word or something?” My cheeks warm as soon as I hear myself since the question could totally mean something else. Something I haven’t had done to me in a very, very long time. It was only once, and that was just to seduce me into giving him daily blowjobs under his desk.
“I slept with my Spanish professor in college,” I say to try and shock Mr. Perry. It works. His eyes darken to a navy blue.
“Why?” is the one word he finally says.
