Page 15 of Broken Rules
“Get down, baby. Hold on.”
I switch places with Spades and Nate when Layla slides off her seat, bracing against the floor to stop herself from flying around the car like a corpse.
Adam’s not as stupid as he looks. He stays close behind me, but once my number one driver, Rookie, joins the party, drifting around Adam’s car in a tight circle, he has no choice but to stop.
I don’t slow down until we reach my estate.
Layla sits back in the seat while I park in the garage and kill the engine. She doesn’t move when I open the passenger door for her, clearly uncertain. I rest against the side of the car, lighting a cigarette.
“What about you? Why did you get in my car? You could’ve told me to leave you alone.”
“I tried that yesterday.” She toys with a few bracelets adorning her wrist. “You didn’t listen then. I doubt you’d listen today. Besides, thanks to you, I found a new way of annoying Frank.”
“Don’t you think if I wanted information out of you, I would’ve forced it out of you by now?”
She doesn’t look convinced but steps out of the car, stopping before me, her heels an inch from my shoes. “Maybe you’re waiting until I’ll trust you? Until I’ll let my guard down?”
“You said you won’t trust me again, Star, and I doubt you’re easily outmaneuvered.” I take her hand, leading her upstairs to the living room, our fingers laced together. Amazing how her tiny palm fits in mine.
She scans the vast space, dark décor, and the large, long bar taking the entire right wall. “I like this.” She points at the car parked in the corner.
“Nineteen sixty-seven Shelby. An eighteenth birthday gift from Dino.”
She drags her fingers across the bonnet while inspecting the room some more as if she wants to learn something about me without asking questions.
“What do you want to drink? Mojito? Wine?”
“Mojito, please.” She admires my music collection with a soft smile before she comes to sit at the bar, legs crossed, elbows on the counter. “Why did you kiss me in the middle of the road?”
“I thought you’d ask why I kissed you, period.”
“That’s obvious.”
“Obvious?” I smirk, reaching for the shaker.
“You like me. You like being the first guy who kissed me. You as a species strive to be first.”
Yes, yes, and hell yes.
“It was almost midnight. The kiss was a birthday wish come true, so I had limited choice of scenery.” I sit beside her, itching to drag her stool closer. “I still can’t believe no one kissed you before.”
“Was my inexperience not that obvious?”
I had no time to rate her skills, too busy with the emotions coursing through me like a quickly progressing disease. “You’ll get the hang of it.” Undermywing, it won’t take long. “Put the music on.”
She cocks an eyebrow, looking away nonchalantly. “Either change your tone or sayplease.”
Whenever she talks back, I forget how innocent she is. All I think about is ripping off her dress and thrusting deep inside her sweet, tight, virgin pussy. “Put the music on, Star.Please.” The word feels foreign, forgotten, unused for so many years it almost tastes bitter.
I tuck a Marlboro between my lips as the living room fills with a familiar melody.“Sam Smith?”I ask, recognizing the first notes of “Nirvana.”
“You have his CD. You can’t not like him.”
“I didn’t expect bedroom music.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and being two steps away from me, she spins on her heel.
I grab her hand. “Leave it, and don’t flatter yourself. I kissed you, but that doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you.”
