Page 64 of Revolve
I fight a smile. “I could.”
She rolls her eyes, walking up to me until my back is against the wall. “You’re being weird. Even Ajay asked me if he did something to make you hate him.”
“Hate him? I’ve met him once,” I say. “But since you’re here and we’re alone, we should celebrate. One dance.” I press the words to her ear and inhale the heady rush of cherry scent.
“I don’t think Ajay would like that.”
“I don’t give a fuck what he’d like.”
She raises a perfect brow, smirking. “Thought you didn’t hate him?” She makes it look like she could take me if she wanted to. I’d probably let her. My gaze finds the buttons of her dress. I could rip it open with one tug.
“Sierra?” Ajay stands there in his white button-up, staring between us with irritation. Kian’s behind him, rubbing the back of his neck and looking guilty.
“Ajay,” Sierra starts. “I was—”
“It’s okay. I felt like I was intruding anyway. I’m going to head out. I’ve got work tomorrow.”
He’s lying, and I watch the way Sierra’s face falls. It’s eerily similar to how it looked when I pulled away from that kiss. The memory only adds weight to my chest.
“Hey, man, is that your car that’s on fire?” Kian interrupts the awkwardness.
“What?!” Ajay rushes out, and I glare at Kian before he disappears into the club. Sierra doesn’t look at me. Instead, she rushes out after Ajay.
“I had nothing to do with that. It was all Kian,” I say innocently, trailing her. “Don’t let this ruin our night.”
“You just drove him away my … friend!” she shouts. “I have to stop him.”
I can’t say I enjoyed that pause before she landed onfriend. “You’ve got to stop acting like you’re responsible for other people’s actions. If he’s not an idiot, he’ll come back.”
“He saw us together.”
“Talking,” I say. “He’s a big boy, Sierra. He can work through his emotions.”
“You’re a dick.”
“And yet, here you are.”
“You shouldn’t be rewarded for your behavior.”
“Just punish me for it later. Any way you like.” I grin.
She narrows her eyes. “You’re driving me home.”
“After a dance?”
“Now.” Sierra goes to the booth to grab her jacket and takes the drink with her. She sips it the whole way, almost like she’s using it to avoid talking to me. When she heads in the wrong direction, still stubborn as hell, I guide her with a hand on her waist to where my car is parked.
She opens the door before I can and slips inside, arms crossed. We sit in silence, and I text Kian that we’re leaving, but he doesn’t answer. I glance at Sierra, unsure if she’s mad. Either way, I’m not afraid to find out.
“If you’re mad, I’ll let you punch me,” I say, breaking the silence in the car.
That gets her to look at me. Ilovewhen she looks at me. “In the face?” she asks.
“Myarm. You wouldn’t like it if you ruined all this.” I point to my face.
“How hard?”
“As hard as you can,” I say, but she doesn’t move. “It’s a onetime offer, princess—ow!”
