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“You will.”
“Maybe we can all watch a movie together after. Unless you’re on a deadline?”
Vince shook his head. “I’m not.”
“Perfect.” Scarlett turned to leave but Vince called her back, and the gruff edge to his voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Scarlett, come here, please.”
With burning cheeks she did as he’d asked. Once she was close enough, he took her hand in his and tugged to close the space between them. His head bent down, and her body instinctively stretched to her tiptoes, meeting him for a kiss. His free hand grabbed her neck and she moulded into his every curve, pressing her lips hard to his.
Vince pulled back just as quickly as he’d kissed her, leaving her dizzy and breathless and softly sweeping his lips across her forehead. “Thank you for coming to see me.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Scarlett
After dinner, Scarlett let them choose the movie and the four of them were now immersed in some epic galactic space battle. Cuddled under a blanket with her knees tucked to her chest, she stuffed her mouth with gummy bears, anxiously awaiting the end of the movie, which was rapidly approaching. Mateo had warned her it would leave on a cliffhanger, but she hadn’t minded. It only meant they would have to sit through the other two movies too and she thought that was a great excuse to spend their evenings together.
“Finally,” Ezra groaned, rather frustrated when the movie ended with the death of the hero.
“Wait!” Scarlett protested. “That was it?”
“I told you,” Mateo chuckled. But when he reached for the remote to start the second movie, Ezra slapped his hand away. “What the fuck, man?”
“We are leaving,” Ezra ordered, charging over to the stairs and returning with Scarlett’s shoes. “Now.”
“W-what?” she stammered.
Ezra fell to his knees, sliding Scarlett’s feet into her sneakers. To the others he said, “If you two aren’t ready by the time I have her in the truck, you’re not coming.”
Scarlett still argued. “But I have my pyjamas on.”
“Who are you trying to look pretty for, princess?” Ezra snarled.
She recoiled. It wasn’t about being pretty, it was about… maintaining an image. Scarlett winced, almost ashamed that her father’s teachings still had such a hold on her. “That’s not the point.”
“Then get into the car.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
Ezra’s eyes darkened. “I’m more than happy to drag you.”
“Maybe you should work on your manners.” Scarlett stood from the couch and walked away, ignoring the growl sounding behind her when she bypassed the front door.
“Scarlett!” he warned.
“Be patient,” she demanded, already entering her bedroom. Taking her sweet time, she changed into a dress and combed through her hair before slipping into sandals and walking back downstairs, where Ezra stood with steam practically coming from his ears. “Now, we may go.”
They left the house with the other two men grinning the entire way. Ezra groused, but unlocked the truck and started the engine. The ride was silent and with the pitch darkness surrounding them, Scarlett quickly lost sight of where she was. Twenty minutes later, they stopped in front of a drugstore and Ezra was out of the truck and storming towards the entrance before Scarlett’s feet even touched the ground.
The other two followed behind, just as confused as she was. They scanned each aisle, finding Ezra crouched in front of a low shelf. Scarlett approached warily, stopping in her tracks when she realised what he was looking at.
Vince stopped behind her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Ezra,” he growled, clearly sensing her discomfort.
Ezra read the label on the lubricant in his hand, apparently deeming it insufficient and shoving it back onto the shelf before grabbing another. He studied that label just as carefully. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it.”
“Ezra,” Mateo scolded, crouching down next to Ezra and taking the bottle out of his hands. “Scarlett will let us know when she’s ready.”
