Page 24 of The Wife Situation

I know he paid our rent, so it’s more than likely true.

His deep blue eyes scan my body from head to toe, then he gives me a boyish grin. His hair is a wild mess on his head, messier than usual. “Join me tonight.”

Before I can answer, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from Carlee.

Carlee

GO OUT WITH HIM NOW!

Carlee

NOW! I WILL SURVIVE.

I look over my shoulder and see her standing at her bedroom window, shooing me away. I glance back at him. He’s patiently waiting, looking so damn sexy, as the sun sets in the distance.

“Are you denying me?” he asks, his voice a deep husk.

“Yes,” I whisper, nearly drowning in his eyes, knowing I can’t do this.

His smile widens as he takes a step forward. “Do you want me to beg?”

“You don’t seem like the kind of man who’s ever begged anyone for anything.”

He lifts a brow. “I’mnot. But I’d make an exception for you.”

“After this, will you promise to leave me alone?” I ask, resting a hand on my hip.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” He looks down at his watch. “Trust me when I say, we can’t be late.”

“That coming from your mouth doesn’t surprise me.”

“Alexis Matthews, I’d be honored to be in your presence tonight,” he says, opening the car door and presenting my carriage.

Inside are red leather seats, the dashboard, and the steering wheel. It’s a standard, and I can’t deny that shiny Cobra logo in the middle.

I bring my attention back to him. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“Oh, so you’re into negotiating. I fucking love it. Continue,” he says, returning to the smart-ass I know.

“I’ll join youifyou let me drive.”

“Mmm,” he growls. “I don’t letanyonedrive my vehicle.”

I hold out my palm, waiting for the keys. I want and need this. “That’s my condition. Agree, or good night, Mr. Calloway.”

“Hardball.Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

Easton pulls the keys from his pocket and holds them above my hand, meeting my eyes before dropping them into my palm, which is exactly how I handed him his watch. “You’d better make it worth my while.”

“I’m thinking the same damn thing.” I go around the back, my fingers sliding over the slick white paint, and climb inside behind the steering wheel. I set the flowers in the back and adjust the position of the leather bucket seat.

As he buckles in, I bend over, remove my heels, and place them next to the flowers. After I push in the clutch, I turn the key and listen to the car roar to life. It’s ferocious.

The steering wheel in my grasp makes me smile as I rub my hands across the smooth leather. “Wow.”

“I guess we’re on the same brain wave tonight,” he says. “Want directions to where I’m taking you?”

I nod, glancing down at the stick of the four-speed. I shift into first gear and it lurches forward. I didn’t expect that much power, though I should’ve. It’s a GT.

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