I didn’t.
This was a bad idea.
Still, the fire lured me in, trying to read him more deeply, and I found myself shrugging and getting off his lap. “I don’t see why you want to try to compete with the boys I normally hang out with.”
“Because they are boys and I’m a man, huh?”
“Well, you’re definitely older,” I taunted and he squeezed my thigh as he smiled.
Before I could say anything else, he called to his driver, “Drive to the back, please.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me. Drive around.”
We sped through the terminal drop off and made a sharp turn into a private road that the driver had to use a card up to access. I glanced at Bastian and then at the driver. This wasn’t something I’d seen before. This was straight out of a slasher film.
Grandma would be pissed if I died here.
“So, you know my location share is on, right?”
“You were just about to ride me in the back of this car and now you’re concerned for your life?”
“Well, this is a private road.”
“I’m aware you have location share on. Feel free to call your friend or text them where you are if you want.”
“Where exactly are we going, then?” I grabbed my phone and waved it at him as if suddenly I was being responsible.
“To the back of the airport where the jets are located.”
“Jets?” I practically screeched as they came into view. “Please don’t tell me you own one.”
“I own more but one is here.”
“Oh, my God. You’re filthy rich. Like disgustingly rich, aren’t you?”
“Does it matter?”
I sort of wanted to hyperventilate. People like this made my skin itch and put me on edge about everything I did and said. They had to be intelligent to have so much, but also ruthless or mean or something just as terrible. “Sort of! I mean, people like you should be like giving back to the poor or whatever. Don’t you feel greedy?”
“Greedy that I’ve worked for all this?” He waved to the huge jet we pulled up to.
“I don’t understand this side of living.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’m just asking for you to come on a ride with me.”
“I wanted to ride on you, not come on a ride with you!”
He stared before he started laughing. “I think I’m finally different than all the other men you’ve been with.”
“I mean, maybe. I don’t ever talk to them enough to see if they’re flying around on jets. They come in and zip out of my town. I don’t… this is… this is stupid rich, Bastian.”
“Alright, alright.” He waved away my gobsmacked shock. “Come for a quick flight to the island. It’s just a thirty minute ride.”
I was stunned. Speechless. The alcohol must’ve left my body faster than ever before.
“Come on, let’s see if I’m as boring as the VIP club in Miami.”