Page 18 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

Holland shoves her door open and hops out, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

Except she forgot to put her car in park and it lurches forward.

I barely jump out of the way in time.

“Fucking hell, woman! Are youtryingto run me over?”

She scrambles back into her car, stomping on the brake and throwing it into park. She slams her door closed, rounding her car and shoving at me like I’m the one in the wrong.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” she shouts, and I stumble backward as she pushes at me again. “I could have hit you, you moron!”

“Are you seriously yelling at me right now? I’m the one who almost died!”

“You didn’t almost die.” She pushes a hand through her hair, then crosses her arms over her chest. I’d be lying if I said the action didn’t make my eyes fall to her tits that are attempting to push the top button of her blouse to its breaking point. “I was doing like twenty miles an hour.”

“The speed limit in here is fifteen.”

She narrows her olive eyes. “Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Straight and Narrow.”

“You’re welcome. Anything else you’d like to say to me?”

“Watch where you’re walking.”

I lift a brow. “That it?”

She shrugs. “About all I can think of.”

“How aboutI’m sorry I’m a horrible driver and almost killed you, Sutton.” I fake a gasp, clutching my chest for dramatics because I know it’ll annoy her. “Unless youmeantto hit me?”

“Accidentally running you over in a parking garage with cameras so it’d be on video that you walked out in front of me and using that as an excuse to finally do the world a favor and be rid of you?” She snaps her fingers. “Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”

“That sounds awfully thought out to me.”

“Yet it didn’t happen. Well, except for you walking out in front of a speeding car. That part did happen.”

“So you do admit you were speeding.”

“Sutton…” She grits her teeth. “I swear…”

“Swear what?”

“That I’m going to murder you!” She throws her hands in the air, annoyed with me, and I can’t help but grin, which I know pisses her off even more.

“See? I knew this was planned all along,” I call to her back as she makes her way to her car.

“It is way too early for your shit. I’m already running late as it is.”

She hops back into the driver’s seat—slamming her door for the full effect—and stares out at me, brows lifted with impatience. She flicks her wrist, telling me to move.

I don’t.

Not until she holds her horn down, the sound reverberating off the walls and driving me nuts.

She’s right—itistoo early for this, and while I’d love to stay and annoy the hell out of her some more, I’d rather not be late for my first day, especially not when I’m already on thin ice.

I step out of her way, and she pulls into a parking spot about ten cars away.

She wastes no time, jumping out with a tote bag slung over her shoulder and jacket folded over her arm before I can even catch up to her. With a click of her key fob to lock her car, she takes off toward the elevator, walking way too fast in the bright pink high heels on her feet. She peeks at me over her shoulder, and I swear she speeds up when she sees I’m gaining ground.

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