We get in the car and Bailey places her hand on my leg. She gives me directions and talks about herself as we drive over.
“I have a roommate, but she’s out tonight with some guy. She won’t be back until late.”
“How long have you guys lived together?”
“All year. Her old roomie left and she needed someone to split the rent with.”
“Nice of you.”
“I’m a nice girl. What did you say your name was again?”
“Cooper.”
“First or last?”
“First. Last is Lance.”
“Your name is Cooper Lance?”
“The only one I have, ma’am.”
“That’s a horrible name.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Bailey peeks over at me.
“Are you always so polite with girls you’re taking home?”
“Can’t say I take many girls home, but I do try to be nice.”
“My mom would love you.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.”
“No way. She’ll try to steal you away.”
“Is that so?” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow, and Bailey rolls her eyes.
“Something like that.”
“Sounds like you’ve had experience with this before.”
“You don’t want to know. Turn left here.”
Chapter 4
Bailey
“Do you want a drink?”
Cooper is standing awkwardly in the middle of my living room and I’m wondering, not for the first time, if this is a horrible idea.
I’ve never been so forward with a guy before, but I’ve been pining over Cooper for days. I didn’t expect him to just appear at my job, but he did. He just walked in like he owned and the place and I was filled with need, with desire.
I realized it was now or never and I wanted – needed – to take that chance.
I’ve spent a lot of my life being the good girl, but I’m ready to move past that, now. I’m ready to be a little wild, a little reckless, and a little free.