Page 60 of It's About Time
“And I should have probably mentioned that the actual event is in Monterey, California.”
Elliot’s brows lift to the top of his forehead. “Um, yeah. That would have been nice to know before I agreed to this.”
I shrug. “Well, now you know.”
“How many days should I take off for this?”
“You’re gonna have to take off an entire week. Motorlux is in the middle of the week, but I have events I have to attend before and after as part of my entrance into the auction.”
“You’re auctioning off the Porsche?”
“Uh, yeah. All of this hard work is hopefully going to result in a fat payday for yours truly. But more importantly, it’s going to leave my mark on the industry.” Looking off to the side, I add, “And no one else will be able to take credit for it.”
“What was that?”
I turn back to face him. “Never mind.”
Elliot sighs. “Okay then. Text me the dates and details later so I know the schedule, and…”
“Oh, yeah. Gotta let you have a plan, huh?”
He flashes me a deadpan look. “Funny.”
I lift my shoulder and smirk. “I have my moments, or so I’ve been told.” Moving toward the door, I slide my shoes back onto my feet and spin around, only to find Elliot at my back.
“Do you have something you could wear to dinner with my parents?” he asks as his eyes dance all over my face.
I jokingly look down at my overalls covered in grease and pretend to fluff my hair. “What? Will this not work?”
He doesn’t smile. “I’m serious, Dilynne.”
“Relax, Grumpzilla. Yes, I have something.”
“A cocktail dress maybe?”
“Oh, you’re thinking fancy?”
“Pretty sure my father doesn’t even own a pair of jeans, Dil.”
“No wonder he looks so miserable all the time.”
“Do you have a dress or not? If not, I can take you shopping…”
I hold up my hand. “No need for a Pretty Woman moment. I’m pretty sure I have a little black dress somewhere. If not, my best friend happens to wear the same size as me, so…”
He nods. “Okay. You do know you’re going to have to refrain from saying the word ‘fuck’ in every sentence during dinner, right?”
Planting my hands on my hips, I tease, “Well now you’re asking me to be someone I’m not.”
Elliot scratches his jaw, the sound of his nails dragging through his scruff hitting me right between the thighs. “Yeah, you’re right. The more you are yourself, the more this might piss off my dad, so it might not be a bad thing.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Are you going to have a little too much fun making your father upset about us?”
“Maybe.”
I shove a hand at his shoulder, but he doesn’t budge.Damn, he’s solid. “Good for you. You deserve to have some fun.”
His eyes move down my body and then off to the side of the room. “The kind of fun I need is making me feel insane, so not sure I should be causing more trouble, but…” He shrugs and then reaches to open the front door. “Good night, Dilynne.”
