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I turn back to the brown-haired girl, whose name I don’t even remember, and tell her I’ll be right back. Then follow Whit outside. All the way to my Jeep.

“Get in,” he tells me.

“Um, I was kind of in the middle of something, man,” I say.

“I think we can reasonably say that she wouldn’t have gone for you.”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit, Whit,” I say and then fold my arms across my chest.

Whit huffs. “Please, get in the car.”

“Why?”

“We’re going home.”

“Uh, no. We’re not,” I reply and then dangle my keys in front of him. “In case you forgot, I’m driving. And I’m here for a chick, man. Don’t kill my vibe.”

Whit flexes his hands and then shakes his head, muttering something under his breath.

“I would rather you not,” he says.

“Rather I not what?” I ask, my heart picking up its pace. Not sure what he’s going on about, but I’m getting a vibe. It’s a vibe that I like more than I should.

Whit runs a hand through his hair and says, “I’d rather you not take one of those women home.”

“And what’s it to you?” I ask, widening my stance and puffing my chest out.

Whit clears his throat. “I’m happy to continue our previous arrangement if that’s what you’d like.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Arrangement?”

“Yes,” Whit says, and I can’t help the small chuckle that escapes me.

“You for real? You were the one to call it off. Think I recall you saying it was for the best,” I say using air quotes.

This guy. Who the fuck does he think he is? Showing up here, killing my vibe, and then wanting to go back to ourarrangement.

Who calls it that anyway?

“I was mistaken.”

“Oh, is that so?” I reply sardonically.

“Yes.”

When I don’t respond because I don’t even know what to say, he points to the Jeep, “So can we please just go home now?”

“And just leave Mal and Bree here?”

“You can text them.”

“We just got here.”

“I’m sure they will understand.”

“What if I don’t want to go home with you?” I ask.

Whit’s eyes meet mine, and he tilts his head slightly, and then he takes a few steps toward me until he’s pressed up against me, and despite not wanting to, my half-hard cock plumps up to full mast.


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