“I have rules.”
I nod, keeping quiet so he can tell me his rules.
“No dating.”
“You already said that.”
“I’m making sure you understand.”
“I do.”
Damn, it feels like I’m busy being interviewed.
“I love my privacy. Next time call like a normal person.”
“Give me your number and I will.”
He frowns down at me. “You’re strange.”
“I am?” Strange how?
“This is too easy. What’s the catch?”
“Catch? There’s no catch. You said you had rules, and so far they’re reasonable.”
He shakes his head. “The second you get clingy this ends.”
“Right, no clinging to you.”
“Wait downstairs.” He walks into the bathroom and slams the door shut behind him.
I glance at his bed, and before I can stop myself, I quickly straighten the covers and pillows. With a satisfied feeling, I leave his room to wait by the front door.
Marcus is still not smiling, but the fact that he’s coming with me is a win for me.
“Let’s take my car,” I say as we leave the house.
“We can take mine,” he almost growls.
“What’s wrong? Afraid that your manhood will be questioned if you’re seen in my car?” I tease.
I might not drive the latest model, but my little Mini Cooper has never let me down.
He looks pained as I open the passenger door for him.
“After you, Mr. Reed.” I give him my sweetest smile.
He glares at me, but at least he gets in. I quickly walk to the driver's side and get in, before he changes his mind.
As I pull away, he mutters under his breath, “We should’ve taken my car.”
He switches on the radio. When Elton John fills the car, Marcus turns his head slowly to me, giving a what-the-hell look.
I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing out loud.
“What the fuck are you listening to?”
“Elton is legendary.”