It’s a color you could happily drown in.
Breaking my hold on her stare, I rest my arm on the steering wheel—strumming my fingers along the dash.
I clear my throat to clear my mind.
“There’s a blanket under the passenger seat if you’re cold.”
Mila scoffs at my offer, so I throw the car in drive, heading in the direction she was running since I assume she was on her way home. She doesn’t come off as the type to be from the streets, but it’s too soon to tell. She was comfortable here for some reason. I keep to the speed limit until she’s ready to tell me where to go.
After several minutes, Mila shuffles in the backseat and shifts her body to the middle of the console. I look over at her as she maneuvers herself into the front, brushing her tits across my face.
“Oops.” She smiles as she pops down with a giggle. This time it’s my turn to glare. She’s got to be fucking with me.
“Where do you live?”
When I look over at her again, she’s giving me her own mischievous smirk telling me that she was, in fact, fucking with me. I knew at the club this girl is way out of Bastian’s league.
Hell, she’s out of my league.
Somehow, that makes me feel better. Whether or not she and Bastian continue to see each other after tonight, something in her is, and will stay, wild; wicked, as her tattoo claims. Something he will never be able to tame.
Bastian lives life by the book; he plays it safe. Mila will tire of him. Maybe then I can make all these fantasies that have assaulted me since meeting her come true.
“You can tell me where to drive you, or I can take you back to my place, and you can stay there.” Mila’s smile fades into a near snarl at my threat.
“The Jade Condominiums,” she clips, texting away on her phone, no longer offering me any more of her attention.
“You have an attitude problem; you know that?”
She hums in response while I veer down the road, making an illegal U-turn at the next stop sign. Mila was nowhere near where she lives, and The Jade Condominiums were on the uppity side of the city. Having a condo there means you come from money.
So, what the fuck is she doing on this side?
“Can I ask you something?”
The tension in the car is near palpable. Traffic won’t be bad this time of night, but we still have a little bit of time before we reach her building. I won’t sit here and let it be uncomfortable.
Mila puts her phone down and messes with the vents, so the heat is blowing directly on her. Shifting her gaze out the window, she avoids my glance.
“I’m not going to help inflate that already oversized ego of yours. If you ask me—you deserve a little deflation. Go ahead and give it a go. You only get one.” She turns her body to face me, leaning against the door. “If you have the balls.”
Chuckling, I shift my eyes to the side, taking in her steely posture. Her face is emotionless and almost bored.
“Feel free to reach over here and check to see if I have the balls, Mila,” I volley.
I beam at her, but she offers nothing more than a twitch of an eyebrow.
“I think I was clear. I’m not interested. Way to waste your question.”
Before I can argue, we arrive at her building, and I pull up to the front. Throwing my car in park, I turn to her while she shuffles to leave.
“That wasn’t my question.”
She reaches for the door handle; no doubt she’s biting back a slew of insults.
“Tough shit.”
Mila gets out of my car, the leather nearly peeling from her damp skin. I know that didn’t feel good. I chuckle before following her out and chasing her to the revolving door.