Page 148 of Corrupted Pleasure
“Sounds good.” Her eyes glanced my way, smiling. Then as if she couldn’t resist, her eyes shifted back to him.
Leaving the two of them behind, I headed for the parking lot where her Jeep was parked.
The day was gorgeous. The sun was shining and a light breeze traveled through the air. I’d be seeing Liam. We’d go tell my grandpa we got married. I felt like my feet were barely touching the pavement.
Life was great.
I neared the Jeep and couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, thinking about my husband. Lost in my thoughts, I reached for the door handle but before I could pull it, I felt a presence at my back.
Glancing over my shoulder, I froze. Garrett was behind me. His eyes looked slightly unhinged with several days’ worth of beard growth on his face.
“Hello, Davina.” His breath brushed my ear and I hated feeling him so close. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
Well, duh, I wanted to say but thankfully I kept my mouth shut.
“I’m in a rush, Garrett,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual while various scenarios ran through my head.
“You’re not ignoring me anymore.”
I stilled.Fuck.
Keeping calm, I prayed maybe Wynter and her hot looking man would be coming out any second. But I couldn’t count on it. I had to save myself.
Somehow.
“I wasn’t ignoring you. I’ve been busy.”
He scoffed, an ugly and disgusted expression on his face.
“We’re going to head to my car,” he growled. “I’m done with your excuses.”
I glanced around but the parking lot was empty. Only two cars parked here. Wynter’s Jeep and a shiny Honda. Garrett’s fucking car. If I’d paid attention instead of daydreaming, I would have noticed it earlier.
“Alright.”
Just keep him appeased.
He jabbed something into my back. “Go to the back of my car.”
“C-can I leave my bag in the Jeep?” I muttered. “That way Wynter will have the keys to her car, and she won’t wonder why I left the car behind and not the keys.”
He thought for a moment and then agreed. “Don’t try anything funny,” he warned. “Otherwise, I’ll shove this knife into you.”
Garrett had gone batshit crazy.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I opened the driver's door and put my bag on the seat, in plain sight. My bag was wide open so I grabbed my sports bra from yesterday and let it slip down the front of my body.
I just told Liam last night, I’d leave him clothing as clues. So this should work. Right?
“Okay, done,” I told him, impressed that my voice was calm.
He shifted me away from the Jeep. Five steps and we were by his car. But when I reached for the back seat, he jabbed at me again, then clicked his tongue.
“The trunk.”
Rude bastard.
He pressed the button on his key fob and the trunk popped open. As I climbed into the open trunk, I was tempted to kick off my shoe, but unfortunately, I wasn’t that graceful and only managed to piss Garrett off.
