“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I was capable of a lot more than he would ever know. “Don’t be an asshole. If you think women can’t—”
“Victory, I don’t have time for this shit.”
“Good.” I looked down at my phone and pulled up the Uber app again. “Then leave and let me call an Uber. You would be surprised at how amazing some of these drivers are. They always have the most unique life stories.”
I heard him stalk toward me but didn’t look up. I knew he was irritated, I just didn’t care.
Until he swept me up off the sidewalk and practically shoved me into the back of the SUV.
I should have screamed bloody murder or kidnapping or something.
“Are you kidding me?” I yelled instead.
He got in behind me. “Give it a rest. I told you no one has time for this bullshit.”
“You are seriously the most infuriating human being on the planet.”
“Don’t count yourself out. Where do you live?”
I eyed his driver, who’d pulled away from the curb. I wanted to withhold my address just to spite Jett, but that would force us to be together in the SUV longer.
I rattled off the street name. “Just a few blocks from the park.”
Jett narrowed his eyes. “That’s the area you live in?”
I shrugged. “Yup.”
He didn’t explain why he asked and it made me uncomfortable. I hated that feeling. I sat there as we drove in silence, wondering if he thought it was a good neighborhood or a bad one. Did he think I was below the poverty line or spoiled wealthy?
Or did he think nothing at all as he sat there without any emotion on his face whatsoever.
When we turned onto my street, I finally caved. “Why did you ask if this is the area I live in?”
“I wanted to know.”
I waited, watching the city lights dance over his face.
I rolled my eyes as we pulled to a stop in front of my apartment building. “You wanted to know? You aren’t going to elaborate?”
When his gaze cut to me, I stifled a gasp. The emotion was there. His steely blue eyes drilled into me when he replied, “Do not take an Uber from that club all the way here ever again.”
I didn’t know whether to be turned on by his command or offended. With our history, I chose the latter, knowing I wanted more than a romp in the sheets. “Jett, my neighborhood isn’t unsafe.”
“Do you know how many side streets there are on the way here? Do you know how many bad neighborhoods we passed?”
“I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
“You’re a tiny, naive girl who looks like a bad man’s wet dream every time you dress up. You are aDatelinecase waiting to happen.”
I swung my door open as I scoffed at him. “I’m not naive.” I paused and widened my eyes as he followed me out of the SUV. “What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your apartment,” he ground out like it was the last thing he wanted to be doing at that moment.
“I don’t need you to walk me to my apartment. This is a decent part of town.” I crossed my arms and glared at him. He somehow looked masculine even getting out of a vehicle, and then he straightened to his full height. Every time he stood in front of me, I wondered if I’d only ever be a booty call to him or if we could have something more.
“I didn’t say this wasn’t a decent part of town. Stop being so damn defensive.”
I turned on my heel and walked to my apartment’s lobby. I didn’t need to humor him or anyone else.