Page 55 of Imperfect Player

“I can’t believe it either.”

“You called me a gentleman. If I have you here much longer, that’s going to go right out the window.”

“What if I don’t mind?”

He grabs his phone and keys, and we take the fancy, private elevator down to the underground garage.

This time he leads me to a blue sports car. I don’t know much about cars, but I know it’s fast—and expensive. Much like the sedan we drove in earlier was.

“Nice car,” I tell him.

“What can I say, I like fast cars and fast . . . cars.”

“You were going to say women.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.”

Feeling daring after our kiss, I lean in and whisper to him, “Show me what you’ve got.”

He emits a low growl before putting the car in drive.

“The things I want to show you, Everly.”

My hand squeezes his leg. “Soon.”

We both need to be sure, and right now, we’re both on edge. Both uncertain whether we want to follow these feelings we’re having that we didn’t anticipate.

He walks me to my door, hands shoved in his pockets.

“I would invite you in, but I really do need to get some sleep.”

“I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Goodnight, sunshine.”

My hand reaches up and touches his cheek, my lips soft against his.

“Goodnight, Ethan.”

I enter my apartment, close the door behind me, and sink against it.

He’s the last thing I expected. Now he’s the only thing I want.

Chapter 15

Ethan

Today has been amazing. The game. Everly. That kiss.

Fucking hell, that kiss was better than anything I could have envisioned. And I fucking envisioned that shit a lot.

I sit at the kitchen counter, a water next to me and my mail in front of me.

One envelope in particular stands out.

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