Page 25 of One Night Only
Pressing my fob, the silence in the side alley is inundated by the chirp of the alarm disarming and Emily pauses, gawking at my car.
“You okay?” I check.
“You drive a Lamborghini?”
I grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
She shakes her head, but I catch the hint of a smile pulling at her lips as she mutters, “Of course, you do…”
I reach the car and open her door for her, not missing the unimpressed look in her eyes at my chivalry. But I ignore her, grinning cockily instead as I say, “Let’s get you home, Goldie.”
CHAPTER 10
EMILY
I’ve been staring out the passenger window with such determination, my neck is starting to cramp. But I can’t risk looking at him. Not here, so close, surrounded by his intoxicating scent in this very sexy car. Every so often, I allow my gaze to drift, but when I catch sight of his big hand lazily gripping the steering wheel, those long fingers wrapped around it, and the prominent veins moving beneath his skin, I’m forced to avert my eyes back out at the city lights as they whiz by in a technicolor blur. Okay, so apparently I have a hand kink… who knew?
“So…”
Ugh. Here we go.
My eyes roll of their own accord and I silently curse the traffic around Madison Square Garden, overzealous Knicks fans spilling out onto the surrounding streets.
“Why haven’t you been responding to my texts?”
I glare at the glowing red tail lights on the car in front of us. Gridlock. Fantastic. I briefly consider getting out and walking the rest of the way.
“You know I’m not gonna give up any time soon…”
At that, I turn my head, my glower incredulous because, seriously, what is this guy’s deal?
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a professional hockey player that night?”
Dallas shrugs. “You didn’t ask.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not usually a question I lead with.”
He chuckles. “Frankly, I was shocked you didn’t know… most women do. Even the ones who don’t follow hockey. In case you haven’t noticed… I’m kind of a big deal, if I say so myself.”
I shake my head, exasperated by his arrogance.
“Come on, Goldie…” Dallas coos. “Give a guy a chance.”
“I told you,” I say with a huff. “I could get fired.”
He looks at me too, meeting my eyes, that adorable dimpled grin highlighted by the lights from the dash illuminating his face. “And I toldyou, Andy isn’t going to find out.”
I shake my head. “You don’t get it.”
“No. I do,” he says matter-of-factly, looking straight ahead as the traffic starts to roll. “You’re considering it. Youwantto—” He pierces me with another look, this one almost penetrating as he says, “You’re just scared.”
I balk. “I am notscared.”
“Oh yeah?” He quirks a brow. “If I could guarantee your job would be safe, then what?”
“I’m Andy’s assistant,” I guffaw, hands thrown in the air because he’s actually impossible. “I spend more time with him than I do with anyone. He’d find out. Trust me.”
“You didn’t answer my question…”
