Page 6 of Test the Ice
It’s an innocent question, one that shouldn’t give her any clue that I have bad intentions.
Bad intentions, as in…how can I get her beneath me for the night?
“Yes.” Even her voice has me sucked in. “I’m her…ride.” She rises to her tiptoes, likely looking over my shoulder to spot Daisy across the large area filled with all sorts of noises that I suddenly can’t hear.
“Are you two friends?” Another innocent question, right? There is no way she knows I’m only asking so I can figure out if there’s a way I can swindle Daisy into bringing this girl around more often.
She glances at me briefly, and I find myself wanting to jump in front of her so she only sees me instead of watching the drama between Kane and Daisy unfold.
“We’re–” She pauses. “Yes, I guess you can consider Daisy and me friends.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
An annoyed sigh leaves her, and I sort of like that she’s slightly irritated. “I’m her Uber. That's how we met.”
She’s an Uber driver?
I have neverhad an Uber driver look like this before. If I had, I’d Uber everywhere despite the fact that I have my own car.
“An Uber driver?” I push my hands into my pockets to appear nonchalant. “I’ve never had an Uber driver like you before.”
She eyes me with suspicion. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Her offended tone makes my mouth twitch.
I shrug. “I either get some guy who uses grunts as a form of speaking or one that is so stunned I’m in his backseat that I have to pretend like I’m not who he thinks I am.”
When someone recognizes me, I hurriedly make up a different name and act like I’m notthatMalaki Young. Half thetime, it’s for my own protection because I’m afraid they’ll kill us both in a wreck before I make it to my destination. Once, I convinced a poor college student my name was pronounced Ma-lock-y, and he believed me.
She looks at me like I’m the biggest loser in the world. “And who exactly are you?”
It’s a hit right to my ego.
I place my hand over my heart and act wounded, but my theatrics only last a few seconds. “Shit. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Goddamnit, Kane.I was about to make my new favorite obsession smile, but now I’m headed over to my rather aggravating roommate to stop an altercation before he ends up getting arrested.
“What are you even doing here?” he hisses to Daisy, unaware that I’m walking up to smooth things over.
“I called her.”
Kane glares at me. “You have her number?”
Easy, killer.
Doesn’t he know I don’t want his girl? I mean, there’s a perfectly fine one at my back, watching this entire thing unfold. I glance back, just to make sure Daisy’s Uber driver is still waiting, and she is.
I quickly reach inside my pocket and pull out Kane’s phone. I press it into his chest. “I grabbed her number from your phone. You’ve got that crazy look in your eye that you get on the ice, which is exactly why I called her to come get you to leave.”
Idiot.
“You calledherto get me to leave?” He laughs, and I know it’s sarcastic, because Kane rarely laughs at anything. “Yeah, nice try, but I’m not leaving.” He turns to Daisy. “Especially with her.”
These two give me a headache.
Unwilling to deal with Kane’s temper tantrum and their soap opera romance in the making, I dig into my pocket for my keys and toss them to Daisy.
“You get him home. I’ll catch a ride with your Uber…” I turn back to make sure Ms. Uber is still there waiting for me.
