Page 86 of Corrupt Me

Irritation flared in my veins. I blew out a breath, pressing my back into the opened door. “Is this better?”

The frown on his lips curved deeper. What could be wrong with what I had on now? My wardrobe was limited thanks to him rushing me out of the dorm. He would have to deal with what I had, which wasn’t much.

A sensual look crept into his eyes, and the blood in my veins warmed. He shoved off the wall, never breaking eye contact except briefly when he yanked off the hoodie he’d been wearing. When he reached me, Tristan slipped the sweatshirt over my head. His gaze dipped to my lips as I put my arms through the holes. We were close but not close enough. He looked like he wanted to kiss me. Did I want him to kiss me? In a shitty motel? If he did, would either of us be able to stop after one kiss? Two? Three? Staring at Tristan, I realized how much trouble I was in. How deep my emotions for him ran. If he backed me up to the edge of the bed, I would tumble willingly to the bug-infested mattress without a second thought.

And something told me I could enjoy every second we spent in that bed.

With a control I didn’t have, his eyes flicked away from my face. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath.

I blinked.Oh, right. My clothes.I’d forgotten, my head overwhelmed by Tristan. Glancing down, I surveyed my outfit. “It can’t possibly be that bad.”

Tristan backed up a step, shaking his head. “How does an oversized hoodie make you look sexier?”

His sweatshirt came down to my midthighs, but the problem lay in the ultra-soft fabric smelling painstakingly like Tristan that covered the jean shorts I had on, making it look like I wore only the hoodie and a pair of white sneakers. I shrugged, a gooey warmth spreading within me. “You’re idea. Not mine.”

Grabbing my hand, he let the door swing shut behind him. “Change of plans, you’ll stay in the car.”

“What are the chances we can stop at Walmart?” I asked, thinking I could pick up a sleeping bag, snacks, a flashlight, and any other essentials for camping inside Tristan’s car.

“What for?” The grump couldn’t just say sure.

“I need a few things.”

Lately, it seemed all Tristan did was drag me from place to place. “Ask me again in an hour,” he grumbled, hauling me down the wobbling iron staircase.

Forty-five minutes later,I went from one shithole to another, trading the run-down motel for an abandoned warehouse. Abandoned wasn’t the right word. The building might look like no one had maintained the property for the last twenty years, but someone was using it. I didn’t want to know for what.

Hiding out in the car seemed my best option.

A chain-link fence bordered the perimeter. The question was, was it to keep people out or keep them in?

Every window on the two-story structure was blacked out, making it impossible to tell if life roamed inside the walls. If it weren’t for what I suspected were guards stationed at each entrance point, I might have believed the warehouse was empty.

What were they hiding in there? What business could Tristan possibly have here?

A dozen illegal activities came easily to my overactive mind.

I pulled my attention from the brick building, turning to Tristan for answers. “What is this place?”

He didn’t appear to like my curious mind, frown lines creasing the corners of his mouth. “Nowhere you want to be. Stay in the car.Andlock the doors. Keep my phone just in case.”

“In case what?”

“I don’t come back.”

My heart twisted at the thought. “Tristan,” I hissed. “That’s not funny.”

But the driver’s door was already opened, and his long legs unfolded out of the car. He leaned down, hands braced on the roof. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, the key is in the ignition. Go back to the motel.”

Tugging on the end of my sleeves, my brows pinched. “You’re going to let me drive your baby?”

“Not if I can help it.” He hit the lock button and shut the door.

I watched him cut across the parking lot, disappearing around the side of the building.

Not having my phone sucked. I had nothing to distract me. I could mess around on Tristan’s phone, but as I reached for his phone, a beam of headlights sliced through the darkness about a quarter mile down the road. The little orbs bounced closer, coming straight this way.

Uneasiness started to creep in.

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