Page 6 of Unwritten Rules
I blink at his side profile. “You’re atwin? What the hell, that’s so cool.”
“Twin sister,” he corrects, eyes focused on the road ahead. “And I don’t know if I would categorise it ascool.”
“Well, it’s cool to me,” I retort and shift in my seat. “What’s your favourite type of music?”
“Rock.”
“Do you read books?”
“Not really.”
“Do you have a favourite TV show or movie?”
“My guilty pleasure is The Office and I fall asleep to Fast Five most nights.”
“Red liquorice or black?”
“I don’t eat lollies.”
“Favourite chocolate?”
“Cadbury is the only correct answer.”
“And do you watch any sports?”
Sinnett’s head snaps in my direction, his eyes swiftly roaming my face before looking ahead. “Yeah, rugby league.”
“Of course,” I mutter with a soft chuckle. Given Sinnett’s athletic appearance, it doesn’t surprise me that he watches the footy. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him which team he supports when he parks the car and turns in his seat.
“Do you ever stop talking?”
I blink, taken aback. “Um, yeah… when I’m sleeping, of course.”
“Good,” he murmurs and reaches between him and the driver’s door. The chair slides all the way back, allowing him to stretch out his long legs. “Get on my lap.”
My heart thunders as I look between Sinnett and his empty lap. “I-I don’t?—”
“Did I stutter, strawberry? Be a good girl and crawl onto my lap.”
Oh, my God.
What have I gotten myself into?
Sinnett holds my gaze as I unclip my seat belt and awkwardly climb over the centre console. Strong hands find my waist, guiding me onto a hard lap. An evenharderpresence pokes into my ass, blurring my vision. I stare down at Sinnett, my hands resting on his shoulders for support. He hisses out a breath when I settle my full weight on his thighs. The side of the console and door dig painfully into my knees. With this being a smaller car, we’re not left with much room to move.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking note of the flash of pain that crosses his sharp features. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
He shakes his head. Messy strands of inky hair fall over his stunning eyes. “I’m fine.”
Sinnett slides his hands over the curve of my ass in a circular motion before his fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place. Between his dick poking my ass, the warmth of his hand seeping through the material of the thin dress and his eyes looking at me like I’m good enough to eat, I’m having a hard time finding my breath.
What the hell am I doing?
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, voice surprisingly gentle.Can this man read my mind?“You can back out now and I’ll drop you home. The choice is yours.”
Warmth simmers beneath my skin as I tear my eyes from his and glance through the window. It’s pitch black outside withnot a soul in sight. We’re completely alone. Being in an empty park with a stranger I met not even an hour ago is enough of a warning for my brain to throw a red flag up and demand we get out of here. But the alcohol in my system pushes those concerns away, instead filling me with a confidence I didn’t know I possessed.
I have never hooked up with a guy like this before. The last time I slept with a man was my ex-boyfriend, Jayden. We started dating not long into my first year at university, after meeting at a club in Sydney CBD. I was studying to be a physiotherapist and he had dreams of being an architect, wanting to design the best building Sydney had ever seen. Jayden was persistent when it came to taking me out on dates and getting to know me. I liked that he was confident, smart and good-looking—it fuelled the attraction I felt for him.
