Page 25 of Best Kept Secret
“He made you come get me?” I catch her balk from my periphery.
“Red, if he knew I was here right now with you in my car, he would kick my sorry ass into the middle of next week.” I scoff, glancing at her to find a confused furrow between her eyebrows. “We were hanging out. Playing video games. I noticed you weren’t there…” I say as casually as I can without straight up admitting the only reason I accepted Dallas’s offer in the group chat to go over and playCall of Dutyin the first place was in the hopes of seeing her. “Emily mentioned you were out with Fran…” I shrug. “When I realized how late it was, I—” I snap mymouth shut before I say too much and we drive in silence for a few blocks.
“Where’s yourgirlfriend?”
I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Don’t have one.”
“That’s not what I heard…”
My head snaps to the side, gawking at her incredulously. “What?”
Arms folded across her chest, her grin is smug as she stares out the windshield.
“I don’t know what youheard,” I say, emphasizing the word, “but Idon’thave a girlfriend.”
“Fran and Emily think you do.”
When I come to a stop at a red light, I throw my head back on a heavy exhale, closing my eyes a moment becauseof fucking coursethey’ve been yapping.
“They said there’s definitely something going on between you and…her.”
I really like Millie. More than like. But the way she saysherinstead of Hannah’s name, with such utter contempt, pisses me off. I shake my head. “Don’t be that girl, Red.”
I feel her staring at me, and when I look at her, I see nothing but stubborn defiance in her eyes.
“You’re better than that.”
Her wall cracks a touch, and I catch a glimpse of the Millie I met that first night. She sighs, looking away first, and the light goes green so I continue, turning down the side street and pulling into the first parking spot I can find.
“Where are we?” Millie huffs.
“You need food.” I kill the engine.
“I’m not hungry.” She scrunches up her face, looking out at the diner lit up against the darkness outside.
“Wasn’t a question,” I mutter, hopping out and slamming my door shut.
Millie’s glaring at me from across the table of the booth we’re seated at. It’s hilarious. She thinks she’s scary or intimidating, but in all honesty, she’s fucking adorable. Even more when she’s pissed. Arms crossed, one eye narrowed, pouty lips pursed. It’s taking all I have not to openly stare at her, but I know ignoring her and scrolling through my phone is only pissing her off even more.
“What can I get you two?”
I look up from my phone, grinning at the waitress as she appears by our table.
“I’ll grab the egg white omelet with peppers, mushrooms, onion, and spinach, and a black coffee.” I jut my chin in Millie’s direction. “And she’ll have the cheeseburger, pickle on the side, and a Sprite, no ice. Thank you.”
The lady nods, turning and heading back to the counter, and when I find Millie gaping at me, I flash her a cocky grin, lifting my glass of iced water to my lips and taking a sip.
“I’m not eating that,” she hisses. “I don’t even like Sprite.”
“You need something to soak up the liquor,” I say. “And the Sprite will help settle your stomach.”
She rolls her eyes, but again, I ignore her, going back to my phone like it’s the most important task at hand. I’m not doing anything except checking the scores from the games played tonight, but she doesn’t know that. I laugh to myself for effect, really trying to get under her skin, for no other reason than because when she reacts, I know it’s because she gives a damn. She can act indifferent all she wants, but the truth is, I saw that look in her eyes last night when I had her pinned up against my car; she might hate me, but she still fucking wants me.
When the food arrives, I look up in time to see Millie’s eyes light up at the sight of her burger, and I bite back my smile. Her gaze flits to me, and a somewhat sheepish grin ghosts her lips. “Okay, so… I’m hungry. Sue me,” she sasses.
“Didn’t say a word.” I shake my head, my smile winning thebattle as I take a sip of my coffee, watching her over the lip of the mug.
Millie takes a bite of her food, and I am not prepared for the sound she makes. Eyes closed, savoring the taste, it’s borderline erotic. I’m forced to shift in my seat and clear my throat, willing my dick to behave.
