Page 38 of Love Me, I Dare You

“I’ll call someone to come and get me,” I whisper so low I’m not sure he can hear me. The corners of his lip turn up and I clear my throat, swallowing away my lustful thoughts. “Or take an Uber.”

Nash runs both hands through his hair in exasperation, tugging at the semi overgrown strands up top. The muscles in his arms strain as thick veins wrap around in a thorn like pattern. His Adam's apple throbs as he swallows back the desire coursing through him when his eyes once again meet mine.

“Goddammit woman, you’re infuriatingly stubborn.”

I let my eyes move lower to the fabric along his crotch and fuck me, it was the wrong decision. I can see the growing bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans, and I’m nearly salivating. “Yeah, well, you're infuriatingly bossy.”

His smirk continues to tease me as he lowers his hands and steps closer to me, fitting perfectly between my open legs. I’m stuck in the same position he left me, unable and unwilling to move. “Oh, you ain’t seen bossy yet, Angel.”

Straightening up, I tug my dress down while his eyes fixate on the visible skin of my legs. “I’ll call someone to come get me. Though everyone’s already back at the house.” I whisper the last part to myself.

He gives me a look that screamsI told you so,and it’s annoyingly sexy.Why the hell is everything he does so fucking sexy?

Trying to distract myself from his allure, I open my phone to find two unread text messages from just a few minutes ago. The first one’s from my little sister and I can almost hear it read out to me in her voice.

Brynn: Bailey! Where the hell are you? Don’t you dare ditch me and leave me here all alone!

I notice Brynn’s message came in a group chat we have with Billie and Monroe.

Monroe: Yeah, B. We texted you twenty minutes ago, and you said you were on your way out.

I type up a quick response, letting them know what happened, yet trying not to freak them out at the same time.

Me: I had a little emergency. Sprained my ankle on my way out of my bedroom.

I look back at Nash and find him hovering over my shoulder, reading my texts, so I decide to fuck with him.

Me: Crashed into some idiot who lives in my home.

The replies trickle in almost instantly.

Monroe: Oh my God, are you okay?

Brynn: Do you need us to go get you? Please say yes!

Billie: You’re telling me you fell into the arms of Nash Bishop? Lucky bitch.

Nash laughs as he continues to intrude on my private conversation.

Me: More like I fell into the arms of the devil because he was lurking outside my bedroom like a creep.

Me: And no, Nash said he’d drive me.

Monroe: Nash is coming? Bailey, are you crazy?!

Yeah, I might be. Maybe somewhere along the way I hit my head without knowing and have a concussion?

I move my phone out of his line of sight, not wanting him to be privy to the rest of my conversation with my friends because regarding him, there’s no telling what they’ll say.

Me: I can barely stand on my foot, let alone drive. He’s only dropping me off.

Me: I’ll text you when I’m there so Brynn can distract mama and my dad.

Billie: You sure you don’t need a hospital instead?

Of course, Billie would be the voice of reason. She and Bishop would appreciate that about one another.

Brynn: She’ll be in the hospital if she misses mama's beloved party. Hurry, I’ll stall for now but you better come, B.

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