“I’m sure they will understand.” Braydon held onto my waist as we stood on the pavement. “Are you sure you don’t want to work for me instead of Zane?”
“Zane brings a different girl to the diner every week. Can you believe that?” I shook my head. “A different beautiful girl every week. He is a player.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“I have no interest in him, you know that?” I shouted. “I do not want him to kiss me.”
“Can I kiss you?” Braydon leaned in towards me and I stared up into his brown eyes.
“If it’s a kiss you want, you may have it,” I sang loudly and stuck my face up into the air with my eyes closed.
“What’s going on here?” I heard Zane’s deep gruff voice and opened my eyes, feeling disoriented. Was I so drunk that I was now having hallucinations?
“Zane.” Braydon sighed and stepped back from me. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to make sure Lucky got home safely.” Zane growled at Braydon as he glared at him. “I’ve been trying to call her all night.”
“Zane?” I peered at him. “Is that you?”
“Are you okay, Lucky?” He walked over to me and stared down into my eyes. I felt like he was trying to look into my soul.
“Is that you, Mr. Big Tipper?” I laughed and touched his arm. “Oh you’re real.”
“Are you drunk?” He sighed and I bobbled.
“And I need to go to bed.”
“I was just taking her inside.” Braydon glared at Zane and attempted to push him out of the way.
“I think I’ve got it from here, Eagle.” Zane grabbed my arm and turned his back to Braydon. “Lucky, are you always this reckless?”
“Huh?” I frowned at his angry tone.
“Last night you drove home late at night in a car you knew was faulty, and tonight you get drunk on a dinner date with a guy you barely know.”
“I know him.”
“You met Braydon before the party?”
“Well no, but I know him from movies.”
“Lucky.” Zane’s voice sounded really angry, and I cringed.
“Lucky, do you want me to escort you inside,” Braydon interjected.
“I’m okay.” I shook my head and held onto Zane. “Thanks for a great evening. I’ll see you soon.”
“Yes. I will be in Los Angeles very soon.” Braydon smiled at me sweetly. “And think about my offer as well. I would love to have you work for me.”
“I will.” Hiccup.
“Let’s go.” Before I could say a word, Zane was pulling my arm and dragging me away from Braydon.
“That hurts,” I groaned.
“What job is Braydon talking about?”
“Huh?” I frowned and closed my eyes. “My head hurts. I just want to go to bed.”
“Lucky, what if he tried to sleep with you?”
“Who?” I yawned, overcome with sleepiness.
“Braydon.” He sighed.
“You smell good.” I buried my head into his chest.
“Is this your door?”
“Yes.” I smiled up at him.
“Where are your keys?”
“My keys?” I closed my eyes again and put my arms around his waist. “You are so warm.”
“Lucky, your keys.” Zane pulled me away from him and I groaned.
“They’re in my purse.” I pouted and then giggled as he took my handbag from me and took out my keys. I stared at him as he opened the front door and I wondered at how handsome he was. He was too good-looking. “You’re too hot, you know that?”
Zane ignored me and dragged me through the front door. “Okay show me to your room.” He closed the door quietly and looked at me seriously.
“Are you going to carry me?” I giggled.
“No.” He frowned and sighed again. “What would you have done if I wasn’t here, Lucky?”
“Nothing?” I frowned back at him. “Why?”
“Do you know what Braydon could have done to you?” His voice was angry again. “Do I have to watch you 24/7?”
Something in his voice reminded me of something that had been in my brain since I had seen him. “Why are you here?”
“I told you. I was worried. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He led me up the stairs. “And don’t try and change the subject.”
“I’m not a baby. You don’t need to check up on me.”
“I’ve been calling you all night.”
“Oh my battery died. Stupid phone.”
“It’s irresponsible to go out with a dead phone battery.” Zane growled. “Especially when going out with a guy like Braydon.”
“All Hollywood guys aren’t bad.”
“I hope he didn’t drug you.” He hissed. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“But you’ve never seen me out.”
“I saw you last night.”
“But I wasn’t really drinking.” I hiccupped. “I knew I had to drive home. I don’t drink and drive.”
“Well that’s good. I also advise that you don’t drink when you go out on dates with shady guys.”
“Why do you dislike Braydon, Zane?” I asked him seriously. “Wait this is my room.” I stopped suddenly.
“Okay, let’s get you into bed.”
“You want me in your bed like all the other girls, don’t you?” I winked at him.
“No I don’t.” Zane shook his head, and I felt a wash of disappointment run through me. Even now, when all my inhibitions were gone, Zane Beaumont didn’t want me.
“I wouldn’t sleep with you anyway.”
“Oh yeah?” He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “Why’s that?”
“Cos Braydon likes me and he could be my last boyfriend.”
“Your last boyfriend?” Zane looked confused.
“The guy I’m going to marry, duh.” I fell onto the bed.
“You’re going to marry Braydon?”
“I don’t know.” I yawned. “But it’s a possibility. So that’s why I can’t sleep with you.”
“Okay, that makes sense,” he drawled. He stood there, awkwardly next to the bed and I grabbed his arm and pulled him down next to me.
“You are so handsome but you always look so serious.” I stared at him. “But you are also so nice. You’re one of my favorite customers, you know. And you fixed my car. But you’re a real ass**le as well.”