Page 69 of Love Collided

She gave a harsh laugh with an eye roll. “I know you’re fairly new here, rich boy, but you absolutely don’t sit in people’s cars uninvited.”

I hid my groan at the nickname.

There were so many useless things I have learned being around my dad, but one of the more useful things was paying attention to people and their subtle actions.

I wasn’t missing the way she was calling me ‘rich boy’ more often again instead of Chase, and now she was barely meeting my eye. For a girl who just agreed to be exclusively friends with benefits, she seemed more than happy to ignore me.

“No? Even hot girls like you? You don’t think the owner would be mad to find you in the driver’s seat.” I pulled the driver’s door open with a cocky grin, and she stomped forward, immediately slamming it shut.

“Chase, you are going to get us in a fight if the owner sees you messing with the car.”

“Sit in it,” I said, leaning down. “You like being bad, so do something bad.”

“I like not getting my ass kicked.”

I moved her around to the open driver’s door and sat inside, pulling her onto my lap. She fought against me, trying to climb out as she yelled.

“I’m the only one going to be touching this ass tonight. Promise.”

“Chase, I swear I’m going to kick your ass.” I moved her back far enough to kiss her, pulling her legs in until I could shut the door. Every inch of windows on the car was tinted, even the front windshield was covered in a reflective tint, making it almost impossible for anyone to see us.

“Come on, Hellcat. I just want to get you off in a Hellcat. Consider it a bucket list item that I need to check off.”

I pulled her back against me, grabbing her bottom lip between my teeth as she leaned into me.

It kept her occupied for two more seconds before she ripped herself away, kicking the door open and getting out.

“No, no, no. Not a chance. Get out.”

“Fine,” I groaned. “But I want to clarify that the only reason I am getting out is because you are up next for the races. I had them save you a spot.”

“I don’t have my car, so I don’t know why you did that,” she said, the little hint of attitude disintegrating.

I dug out the keys. The little Hellcat keychain was hard to miss.

“But you do have a car here tonight, and while I appreciate you helping to break it in a bit, that barely scratched the surface of what filthy things I need to do to you in that car so please hurry up on the racing part of the night. Also, I checked, the backseatisbig enough.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“It’s yours?”

I shrugged, looking back over the car. The neon green stuck out even in the lineup of beautiful cars.

“Honestly, I only bought it because you mentioned it, so we can just call it yours. Although, I’m already down a car, so I’ll need it until mine is fixed.”

Her head was already shaking before I finished my sentence. “You bought a car because I mentioned it?”

“Scout, you went on for almost an hour about how much you wanted this exact car. Do you really think I bought it because you said it once in passing? I’ve never heard anyone talk about one car so much.”

“That doesn’t mean you had to go out and buy it.”

“But I did, and while it doesn’t have the long list of modifications that you require, since I assume that’s something you would want to take care of, it is fast, and I would like to see exactly how fast, so get to it.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

I set the keys in her hand. “Go get ‘em, Hellcat.”

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