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â??What do you mean?â? I ask, suddenly curious. â??Who is cock blocking you?â?
â??Your new daddy-in-law,â? he says, leaning forward and grinning at me. â??Iâ??ve been trying to get in touch with you for days. But Lippert is blocking all my calls. My messages. All those poor carrier pigeons,â? he shakes his head in regret, â??dead, for nothing but his pride.â?
â??Really?â? I ask, surprised. â??Youâ??veâ?¦been trying to call me?â?
â??Why are you surprised at that?â? he asks, smooth. â??Youâ??re a gorgeous girl. And, well. At the beach I thought we had sort ofâ?¦a connection. Or whatever.â?
I let him see my little smile this time. â??A connection? Or whatever?â?
â??Whatever,â? he says, leaning forward further so that his eyes are even with mine, looking at me intensely. â??Whatever you want, Fay Alden.â?
I canâ??t help myself, then. The little butterflies that flutter around in my stomach make the decision for me.
â??Fine,â? I say, taking three steps forward to join him at his side. â??Youâ??d better drive fast, though,â? I say, nodding back to Jerome in the black car behind me. â??Because heâ??s definitely going to shoot you if you donâ??t.â?
Ivan laughs at this, raising a hand and giving Jerome a friendly wave. â??What, that guy? Not a chance. He doesnâ??t have the balls.â?
I see Jerome in the front seat suddenly go red with rage when he sees what Iâ??m doing. He moves, fast, grabbing the handle of his door.
â??Quick!â? I shout, feeling a little reckless and liking it. I shove Ivanâ??s shoulder, urging him to move. â??Go, go!â?
Ivan laughs, giving a little whoop and running around to the driverâ??s seat of his car.
â??Fay!â? I hear Jerome shout behind me. But Iâ??ve already got the ferrariâ??s door open.
â??Itâ??s okay, Jerome!â? I shout to him as I throw myself into the seat. â??Weâ??re just going out for lunch! Can you take out Heathcliff for me!?â?
â??God damnit, Fay!â? he shouts, and I see him raising his gun. But I slam my door shut, giving a little shriek of excitement.
â??Hold on, baby,â? Ivan murmurs, throwing the car into gear and then slamming on the gas, the tires spinning as he turns the wheel hard, spinning the car back into the lane and starting to fly down the road.
I look behind us, then, through the little back window, still laughing as I see Jerome raise his hands to his hair, clearly freaking out. I donâ??t feel guilty, though â?? for some reason, in this minute, Iâ??ve given totally over to the adrenaline rush. Thereâ??s no room for guilt.
â??Did you just get him in big trouble?â? Ivan asks, glancing at me as we pick up speed.
â??Probably,â? I murmur, still looking back until Jerome until he disappears around a bend. Then, I turn to Ivan, a big smile on my face. â??Whatâ??s next?â? I ask.
â??Anything you want, Fay,â? he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the road.
I bite my lip, then, considering the possibilities.
That afternoon, I have a lot more fun than I’ve had in a long time. Perhaps made even more fun by the knowledge that when I get home, Kent is going to kill me.
So, I’d better live it up while I can.
“Another!” I call to the bartender, raising my hand to get his attention.
Ivan laughs at me, pulling my hand down. “You know you don’t have to do that, right? He’s been keeping an eye on you all afternoon. There’s no way he’s not going to notice when your drink is empty.”
A few hours ago, in the car, I had asked Ivan to take me somewhere Kent wouldn’t easily find us. He’d smirked and told me he had just the place, driving me across the city to the bad part of town. Then, he’d parked his sparkling Ferrari in front of a decrepit dive bar.
I’d been hesitant at first but he’d taken my hand, telling me to trust him, and pulled me inside.
I’d understood the minute we stepped in the door and my eyes adjusted to the light. With deep red booths ringing the walls and a meticulously polished mahogany bar, this neighborhood bar wasn’t a dump it was a well-kept secret.
And we’ve been here for about three hours now, drinking and laughing, chasing that reckless feeling that I’ve had since I made the snap decision to get into his car.
“Really?” I ask now, glancing between the bar tender and Ivan. “He’s been keeping an eye on me like, watching me? Why?”
“Because you’re hot, Fay,” Ivan says, leaning in to whisper it like it’s a secret. I throw my head back and laugh, surprised and tickled by the answer. And, yes, well inclined to laugh now that I’ve got a belly full of tequila.
“Seriously,” Ivan says, smirking at me. “Once he figures out that you’re rich and funny, too, he’s going to lock you in the basement and keep you for himself.”
“Really?” I say, looking at him with wide eyes.
“Is he going to lock you up? Probably, Fay, but I’ve seen that basement and you ”
I giggle, but shake my head. “No,” I say. “Do you really think I’m funny?”
“Fay,” Ivan says, smiling at me with disbelief as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Who ever told you that you weren’t funny?”
I shrug, considering it. “I don’t know,” I say, shrugging. “My sister is funny. I just always thought I was the…other sister.”
Ivan cocks his head to the side, his attention fully on me as the bartender delivers two more shots to us. “What’s the ‘other’ sister?”
“I don’t know,” I say, looking deep into his grey eyes. “The nerdy one. The dork.”
“Fay,” Ivan says, shaking his head again. Then he leans forward, bringing his face close to mine, like he’s telling me a great and terrible secret. “You are beautiful,” he says, placing a hand on the side of my face, brushing his thumb over it tenderly. “And you’re cute,” he leans closer then, placing a kiss on that cheek.
I’m almost breathless when he brings his face back to where it was before, our noses almost touching.
“And trust me, you are funny,” he says, surprising me by not kissing my mouth and instead pressing his lips to my other cheek instead.
I can’t help but smile back at him, as he looks at me levelly again.
“And yeah,” he whispers, smirking, “you’re kind of a dork.”
I laugh uproariously at that, tossing my head back and shaking with the laughter that pulses through me. When I look back at him again, I can see him laughing just as hard, right along with me.
I almost can’t believe it, how much fun I’m having with Kent’s worst enemy.
Maybe Kent just has bad taste in men. Because Ivan is a blast.
We both pull ourselves back together, Ivan reaching for the drinks on the bar and handing me mine. I sip from it, staring at him, at his handsome face and the sexy pinup tattoo that wraps around his neck.
“You don’t think I’m a dork,” I say teasingly, taking my sip from my drink. “Because you wouldn’t like a girl who’s a dork,” I say, leaning forward, trying to bait him into coming closer. “And I think, Ivan,” I say, pausing and not bothering to stop the grin that stretches across my face. “I think you like me.”
“Really, Fay?” he asks, leaning forward again to bring his face close to mine. “Did you just figure that out now? The Ferrari across the road wasn’t enough?”
“No,” I say, narrowing my eyes, my smile dropping a little bit. I’m serious now, not playing anymore. “But I thought…I thought you were just trying to date me for…for who I am. For the connections you would make, if you took me away from Daniel.”
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