Page 47 of Never Kiss and Tell

“I don’t have anything to say to you. You ruined a good day by being a rude and jealous asshole.”

He shakes his head, stepping back from me. “I’m not jealous.”

“Bullshit. You practically whipped your dick out and tried to measure it against his.”

Charlie’s jaw ticks and for a moment, I debate on just running inside and locking the door. I know that won’t work, though. I’ve come to realize that, unlike most people, the longer Charlie is left to stew on something the angrier he gets.

Plus, he has a key.

My stomach growls audibly and I wince, my cheeks burning.

“Are you hungry?”

I shake my head. “I’ll eat something here.”

Charlie’s eyes flash. “I know you don’t have real food in that house.”

Real fooddoessound nice . . . I weigh out my choices of either lettuce with low carb dressing or something fattening like a giant cheeseburger.

“Okay, but you owe me for what happened at the park.”

“What do you want?”

I smile sweetly. “I’ll let you know when the time comes.”

Charlie

Goddamm it.

I should have let her go inside and eat whatever she could find. For some reason, the thought of her going to bed pissed at me set a cold and sour feeling in my stomach. I don’t even like this girl, yet here I am, holding the door of my truck open for her and helping her in like I’m taking her on a fucking date.

She steps up into the cab, though for a split second, the bottom of her ass is on display.

Fucking hell.

With my cock hardening in my jeans, I circle the truck and climb into the driver’s seat before a wave of her perfume hits me. It was a mistake to get her into my truck. It smells like her and it makes my mouth water.

“Where are we going?” she asks, lounging back with her foot up on the seat. Anyone else and I would have made them put their foot down, but Bailey, though . . . for some reason, I don’tcare. It could be the raging hard on I’m trying to hide in my jeans, or the tanned leg that I can’t seem to take my eyes off of. Who knows?

“Put your seat belt on.”

I can practically feel her roll her eyes, but at least she obliges, for once.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“You’re so full of secrets, Charlie Coulter. Don’t you ever get tired of hiding everything?”

If she knew what was really on my mind when I caught Peter trying to get his grimy dick in her pants, she’d probably keel over.

I would have dragged her out of the square a lot fucking sooner had I known he was there. Motherfucker has a handsome face and I severely regret not breaking his nose when I caught him in my bed with Priscilla.

“Do you like seafood?”

“I’ve had lobster. Does that count?”

I chuckle darkly. Not at all.

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