“You’re a real ass**le.” I scowled at him and crouched back as he leaned in towards me.
“Lucky, you are the most …” His voice drifted off as he kissed me, and I closed my eyes as his lips crushed down on mine. I allowed him to push his tongue into my mouth for a few seconds before I pulled away from him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Shutting you up.” He grinned and slammed the door shut, as I was about to shout at him. I sat back and watched as he pulled out his phone. Within a few seconds, I saw a tow truck pull up in front of my car, and I watched as Zane walked up to greet the tow truck guy. I sat in the car for a little bit, hoping to catch my breath before I got out of the car. I touched my lips softly, wondering at the tingle I still felt in them. I had never been kissed like that before: hard, passionately, and all taking. I was angry and light-headed at Zane’s touch, and as I got out of the car, I realized that I had feelings for Zane. Feelings that made me think that accepting a position working for him would be a bad idea.
I walked up to the tow truck guy and ignored Zane’s glare. “Hi, I’m Lucky Morgan, the owner of the car.”
“Uh, hello Ms. Morgan.” The tow-truck looked at me curiously as I gave him my hand. “I’ll have this over to the mechanic within 30 minutes.”
“Thank you.”
“Lucky, didn’t I tell you to stay in the car?” Zane’s voice was low and angry.
“I think my head gasket is gone.” I continued talking to the tow truck guy. “You can let the mechanic know.”
“Yes ma’am.” The man looked at Zane and then me, and walked back to his truck quickly.
“How dare you talk to me like that?” I hissed at Zane.
“Lucky—”
“Don’t you Lucky me.” I pointed at him. “You can’t treat me like one of your doozies.”
“Will you please stop dissing the girls that I date?” Zane looked at me with a frown. “Jealousy is not a becoming trait.”
“I’m not jealous of anyone.”
“I don’t want you to be confused, Lucky.” Zane grabbed my hands. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“I’m not confused. You kiss a lot of girls, I’m sure.”
“I ...,” he paused and looked away. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I figured that much.”
“But I like you. I hope we can be friends.” He squeezed my hand, and I felt my eyes grow heavy.
“Sure.”
“Let’s go to breakfast, and we can discuss the job.”
“I think Braydon wants to take me to breakfast or an early lunch.” I suddenly remembered.
“Braydon Eagle?” He frowned.
“Yes.”
“Tell him no.” We walked back to his car, and he opened my door for me. I got into the car and pulled out my phone.
“I don’t think so.” I pretended to dial some numbers.
“Lucky. Do not go on a date with Braydon Eagle.”
“Why not?”
“He’s not the guy for you.”
“Why not? Is he a player like you?”
“Lucky.” He put his finger under my chin and stared at me hard. “Don’t test my patience.”
“Or what?” I rolled my eyes as he got into the car next to me, and I put my phone in my bag again.
“Can you just trust me here, Lucky?”
“Why? I don’t even know you.”
“You know me.” His eyes bore into me, and I sighed. He was right. I knew that at the end of the day, he was a nice guy. He had always been a nice guy to me at the restaurant; what he did with the other women had nothing to do with me.
“Fine, let’s go to breakfast.” I let out a huge sigh and shook my head at him. “I don’t understand you, Zane Beaumont.”
“Sometimes I don’t understand myself either.” His tone was tinged with irony and another emotion I couldn’t place. “But thank you for giving me a chance.” His hand reached over to my knee, and he squeezed it, looking at me gratefully.
“I don’t know why.” I whispered under my breath. I stared out of the window, wondering what I was doing. I felt like I was Alice and I was now in Wonderland. Everything I felt was upside down, and a part of my brain was telling me to just forget my rules and let this path take me wherever it wanted to go.
“I didn’t wait all night for you to stop dancing around the room with Braydon like a contestant on Dancing With the Stars for nothing.” Zane muttered, and I gasped.
“Wait? You were waiting to make sure I didn’t go home with Braydon last night, weren’t you?” I looked over at Zane, glaring at his causal demeanor.
“I told you. I wanted to make sure you got home okay,” Zane growled, and looked at me quickly. “You don’t need to be hanging out with Braydon Eagle, Lucky.”
“Because you’re so much better, right?” I barked out at him and sat back, scared as Zane pulled over to the side of the highway, stopped, and turned towards me.
“I have to tell you something, Lucky.”
Chapter 5
“What you have to tell me has to be said on the side of the road and not in a restaurant?” I asked sarcastically.
“Will you just let me talk?”
“I suppose that’s my duty, so go ahead.” I bowed my head submissively with my hands clasped in my lap and waited for him to talk.
“Lucky, you’re too much. You know that, right?”
“I’m waiting.”
“Let’s go and get breakfast, and I will tell you after we eat.”
“Are you joking me right now, Zane Beaumont? You’re not just going to keep me hanging, are you?”
“I need a tall, black coffee before I can deal with you, Lucky.” He laughed, and started the car and pulled back onto the road.
“I need pancakes and bacon.” I licked my lips and laughed at his words. Why was it was easy to forgive Zane and his comments?
“I don’t like my subs eating bacon.” There was a lightness in Zane’s voice, and I laughed at his deep husky voice.
“You’re never going to let me off for that comment, are you?”
“Well, it’s not every day that a girl asks me if I want her to be my sub.” He paused for a moment. “And you know that I have to ask why you even asked me that now.”