Page 7 of Wrecked
When she finished, her eyes met his.Zing!That familiar—and very frustrating—jolt of adrenaline charged through her.
Ignoring it as best she could, she patted his shoulder. “You ready? I’m starving. I worked through lunch.”
“I gotta dry my hair.”
As she ran her fingers through it, a low, rumbly growl ripped out of him. Again, their eyes locked. She mussed the top, then smoothed down the sides and back. “Done. Let’s go. Pleeeeease.”
His lips curved. “Hangry, huh?”
“I’m dying over here.”
But not for food.
On the way to the door, she grabbed her backpack. Out the door and down the hall they walked.
As they waited for the elevator, Addison asked, “So, are you gonna?”
“Gonna what?” Hawk asked.
“Teach her how to fly.”
“Hell, no,” he replied.
The doors opened, and he waited for he to enter. On the short ride down, he said, “She wants me to be her mentor.”
Addison bit back a smile. “Don’t you mean lover?”
“Aren’t you insulted?”
She shook her head. “I don’t care what she thinks of me or that she’s crushing on you. Doesn’t get any more kick ass then me.” She flashed a smile.
He draped his arm around her shoulder. “That’s what I love about you, baby. You’re a badass and you know it.”
The elevator doors slid open and they walked past the registration desk. “See ya,” Hawk said to the employee.
Once outside, Hawk’s keyless remote unlocked his Mercedes convertible. Before getting in, she murmured, “You got yourself a nice ass, Nicholas Hawk.”
He flashed her a killer smile before he slid inside. She tossed her backpack on the backseat, then dropped in beside him. He fired up the engine, retracted the roof, and shot out of the parking lot.
“What’s with the backpack?” he asked on the way to the restaurant.
“I’m going to a party, later.”
“Nice. Where’re we going?”
“Wearen’t going anywhere.” She peered over at him. “It’s a cosplay party.”
He stopped at the light, regarded her with a cool gaze. “Alone?”
“No, a friend got me on the list.”
He narrowed his gaze. “You packin’ heat?”
She barked out a laugh. “Why should I?”
The light turned green, he tapped the gas, and the sports car roared through the intersection. “Uh, how ‘bout protection?”
“I’m not worried. My body is a lethal weapon.” She was done talking about the party. “You did a good job rescuing me.”
