Page 56 of Falling for Them

Where’s the Gas Pedal?

Ethan

It had been a long time since I’d been on an actual date, and I hated to admit that I was a little nervous about what Leo had planned. When he’d texted me to wear something casual, I’d been surprised and then spent thirty minutes staring into my closet for something to wear.

Casual could mean such a wide range of things, but I settled on a pair of dark-wash jeans and a plain light-blue T-shirt. It wasn’t like I needed to impress this guy.

Right at six-thirty, Leo knocked on my bedroom door, and I felt ridiculous being picked up by my pseudo-roommate.

I opened the door to find Leo standing there, looking like he’d raided my closet. We were dressed almost the same, except he was wearing a black T-shirt and light jeans.

We stood there for a moment, neither of us quite sure what to do. The air between us crackled with an awkward energy that made me want to crawl back into my room and hide under the covers. Why had I agreed to this?

Leo cleared his throat and offered me his arm like we were about to waltz into some fancy ball. “Shall we?”

I stared at his outstretched arm, fighting the urge to laugh. Or maybe cry. This whole situation was so absurd. “Uh, thanks, but I think I can manage walking on my own.”

Brushing past him, I headed down the hallway, the sound of his footsteps following close behind. The scent of his cologne wafted over me, and damn him for smelling so good.

As we entered the living room, Libby looked up from her spot on the couch, a book open on her lap. Her eyes lit up with amusement as she looked us over.

“Don’t you two look adorable.” A grin spread across her face, and shit, if matching with Leo got this reaction out of her, maybe we’d have to do it more often. “Have fun on your date, boys. And remember to be safe!”

I felt my cheeks heat up at her innuendo. “Lib, please.”

She giggled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Don’t worry, I won’t wait up. You crazy kids stay out as late as you want. I have a date with this book and Bob tonight.”

“Bob? Who the hell is Bob?” Leo crossed his arms over his chest.

“Her battery-operated boyfriend.” I patted him on the chest.

I walked over to the couch and leaned down to give Libby a kiss goodbye. “You sure you don’t want to come with us?” I was half-joking and half-serious. Having her there would make this whole thing a lot less awkward.

She shook her head. “Nope, this is your date.”

I straightened up, turning back to face Leo. “Ready to go?”

He nodded, hesitating a moment like he wanted to walk over to the couch to Libby, but instead, he gave her a small wave and then gestured toward the door. “After you.”

As I headed for the door, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I was going on a date with aman who’d been driving me crazy and making my blood boil for weeks. To make it all ten times worse, I couldn’t seem to get him out of my head since the night we’d had with Libby.

God help me, I was in trouble.

We took the elevator down to the parking garage in silence, and I wondered if I was going to have to be the source of all entertainment for the night. He seemed so nervous, which was unnerving when the guy practically oozed confidence in his sleep.

I followed him to his parking bay, my eyes widening as we approached the sleek blue Lamborghini. I’d seen it before, but it never failed to impress.

“Nice ride.” I tried to sound nonchalant, even though I was more than excited to ride in it.

Leo smirked, fishing the keys out of his pocket. “Want to drive?”

I blinked rapidly and looked between him and the car, sure I’d misheard him. “What?”

“Do you want to drive?” He dangled the keys in front of me.

Was he actually serious? When he didn’t move from where he held out his keys, I knew this wasn’t a joke. He was going to let me drive his expensive as fuck car. A mischievous idea popped into my head, and before I could think better of it, I snatched the keys from his hand.

“Sure, why not?” I tried my best to keep a straight face.

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