Page 35 of Chasing Xander
Xander grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes, his thoughts crystal clear. “My bed fits two. Might have to stack up, but we can make it work.”
Kylie laughed, her cheeks sore from all the smiling she’d done tonight. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d had so much fun, been so relaxed and carefree. “I see you’re trying to be sexually charming again.”
“Trying?” He raised a brow.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” Mandy asked.
“No, just the bill, please.” Xander’s eyes never left Kylie’s as the waitress set the bill face down on the table. He pulled a platinum card from his pocket and handed it to her. She scooped up his card and the bill.
“I can pay for my own food.”
“I’m sure you can. But what kind of guy would I be if I made my date pay for her own meal?”
“Date?” She had to have misheard him. “I thought this was more like a test drive.”
“Aren’t they one in the same?”
“Here you go.” Mandy handed Xander his credit card and receipt. He signed and handed it back, then shoved his card in his pocket. “Have a nice night.”
“Thanks.” Kylie slid out of the booth and followed him out to his car.
He walked around to the passenger’s side and leaned against the door, arms crossed. “Am I taking you back to the res hall or back to my place?” His voice dropped to barely a whisper, his deep tone a sensual caress to her senses.
She swallowed hard. Her heart was in her throat, making it difficult to form words. There were no doubts that if she agreed to go back to his place, they would have sex. And she wanted to. God, she wanted to! But she didn’t want to be the girl who slept with a guy on the first night. She also didn’t want to be the one to end their date.
“Are those my only two choices?” She pinched his shirt, tugged him closer, and looked up at him, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
“No.” He cleared his throat as if he was having trouble speaking, too. “What else do you have in mind?”
She shrugged, flattening her palm to his chest. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to go home yet.”
“Neither do I.” He gently clutched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and she held her breath, waiting for him to kiss her. But then she heard the beep of his car doors unlocking. He stepped back and opened the door for her.
“Where are we going?” She tried—and failed—to keep the disappointment from her voice.
“You’ll see.”
Kylie got into the car and blew out a breath. She had no idea what he had planned, but she was thrilled he wanted to spend more time with her.
Chapter Twelve
Xander drove in relative silence. He’d intentionally dropped the trust-fund bomb, eager to see how Kylie would react. When she didn’t, he’d thrown around every single clue he could think of to let her know he was loaded. But nothing. Not a word about his money or how much he had. If anything, she’d looked almost…appalled. Was it possible she didn’t give a shit? His heart raced at the idea. His father had all but beat it into his head—Find the girl who doesn’t give a shit and don’t let her go.Tanner had found his one, and now they were well on their way to being engaged.
He shook the crazy thoughts from his head. There was no way in hell he’d found “the one.” The entire idea was preposterous, and he was an idiot for even entertaining the thought. He pulled to a stop near the bluffs. It was a spot he’d found during his freshman year, a spot often frequented by the local high school kids so they could make out and have sex.
“Please tell me we’re not here to go cliff diving or something stupid like that.” She gave him an incredulous look.
“What? You mean you’re not up for another swim?”
She laughed. “No.”
“C’mon.” He got out of the car, and she followed before he could make it around to open her door. Xander sat on the hood, leaned back against the windshield, then patted the spot next to him.
Kylie hesitated for a moment, studying him, but then she sat next to him. She crossed her ankles and folded her hands on her lap. “Okay, now what?”
He put his hands behind his head. “Look up.”
“Oh wow…” She breathed out, her eyes wide. “Is that a shooting star?”
