He drops the flashlight so I can actually see again. “You’re on private property.” His deep voice belies his thin frame. I could probably break this kid in half, not that I’m going to.
“Sorry. We’ll get out of here,” I tell him.
The security guard shines the flashlight on Jensen, who’s crawled out of my lap and is settled in the driver’s seat. “You okay, miss?”
She nods, offering him a little smile, but says nothing.
He frowns. “You sure? Are you here of your own consent?”
I don’t say a word. This guy could call the cops on me and I’d be up shit creek. So I remain still, waiting for her answer.
A thought crosses my mind, one I don’t want to confront. But hell, Jensen has sort of screwed me over before. Would she be so bold, so freaking heartless to say I brought her here against her will? No way.
The fact that I doubt her is fucking scary.
“I’m fine,” she reassures the security guard, making me nearly sag with relief. “Just…hanging out with my boyfriend.” She smiles and points at me.
Another lie.
This guy has to know what we’re up to. I’m shirtless. She’s wearing my shirt and nothing else, her hair a total mess. She looks freshly fucked, and the car smells like sex.
“Well, you two find somewhere else to fuck around. You’re trespassing, and I can have your asses arrested with one call to the cops.” The security guard sends me a meaningful look. “Get the hell out of here.”
“Will do, sir,” I tell him with a little salute, then hit the button to slide the window closed. “Let’s go, Jens.”
She starts the car and we’re soon back on the road, me giving her directions to my house since she doesn’t remember how to get there. When she pulls the car into the garage, she shuts it off, turning to look at me. “I should text Savannah so she can pick me up.”
“You could—” Stay with me.
I can tell by the look on her face doesn’t want to stay.
“No.” She shakes her head and reaches for her purse, pulling her phone out. “I need to go, Rhett. I can’t stay here.”
With you.
She didn’t say the words, but I know what she means.
We sit in the car in silence as she taps on her phone, sending a text to her mean friend. Frustration rips through me and I climb out of the car, still shirtless, and slam the door with all my might.
Jensen follows after me, wearing only my shirt and her shoes, the buttons done up wrong so I can catch a glimpse of one of her breasts. It’s practically falling out. “What, are you seriously mad at me right now?”
“No.” I spit the word out. “I’m fucking frustrated.”
“Why?”
“We just had sex in my car and now you’re bailing on me. Again.” I am not having this fight with her in my garage with the door wide open so we can wake up my neighbors. It’s a quiet neighborhood. Nothing ever happens around here. I’m not about to put on a show.
I head for the door that leads into the house and I open it, glancing over my shoulder to see Jensen is still standing in the same place I left her. She’s clutching her purse strap in one hand, her phone in the other. Her makeup is a little smudged, her hair is a mess, and those long, slender legs are on full display. She’s naked under my shirt and she’s sexy as hell.
All I have to do is look at her, and it’s like I can’t resist her.
“You going to come inside? Or wait out here for your friend?” I ask quietly. I still sound pissed, though.
Because I am.
If she chooses to wait outside for Savannah to come and rescue her, she’s ridiculous. And I’m ridiculous for thinking we could work.
Actually, if I’m being honest with myself, I need to face facts. Jensen and I will most likely never work. She lies. She’s lied to me constantly, and she’s probably lying to me right now. Is she really texting Savannah? Or is she texting someone else? A guy? For all I know, she might have a boyfriend.