Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbia #3) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,2
finger along the rim of my glass. "You?”
He put his hand on my thigh. “More along the lines of us.”
Us. There never was and there never was going to be an us. “There are a lot of men here I could take up to my room. Prove you’re worth a night with me.”
He cocked one of his eyebrows. “How great is a night with you?”
I leaned forward so my lips were against his ear, like his had been against another woman’s half an hour earlier. “You’ll never forget me.”
“Is that so?” His breath was hot in my ear. And then it traveled down my jaw line until he was staring deeply into my eyes.
“I’ll ruin you for life.” It was a promise. And not at all a sexual one.
His lips brushed against mine gently at first. But I wasn’t doing slow. I leaned in and kissed him hard. For a second I almost forgot to slip the pill in his drink. But only for a second. When his hands moved to my waist, I plopped the small white pill in his glass. I tried to count down from ten, knowing it would take some time for the pill to dissolve. I started to lose track when I buried my fingers in his hair around seven. And I completely lost track when his hands slid to my ass around five.
I pulled away after far too long, completely breathless.
“Maybe I’ll be the one that ruins you.”
I was already ruined. Wasn’t that obvious? I downed my drink. Fortunately he did the same, because I didn’t know how I was going to convince him to finish it when I had promised him something far better upstairs.
But I thought he’d slowly drink it. He’d downed the whole thing in two seconds flat. He’d be getting loopy any minute now, and I wasn’t strong enough to carry him out of here. “Let’s go up to my room.”
He didn’t hesitate. He placed some bills down on the counter. A great tip considering the fact that my beverages hadn’t been alcoholic. I smiled to myself. Originally I'd thought I'd have to return after I got my money back to give the bartender a proper tip. But now there was no need. Which was probably good, because it would be rather daring to show my face again at the scene of the crime.
“Isn’t it the other way?” he asked as I steered him toward the front doors. He started to turn around but then looked genuinely perplexed.
Oh God, don’t fall asleep yet. “Change of plans. I’ve always wanted to have sex with a stranger in my car.”
He nodded and followed me outside like a confused puppy. An adorable lost puppy. A puppy that was about to pass out.
I grabbed his hand to lead him toward my car.
His steps slowed and became wobblier.
Not yet. I could see my car in the distance. We were so close. "Almost there," I said, but I was pretty sure he didn't hear me. He was staring up at the sky as I pulled him through the parking lot.
A couple walked past us. I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead so they wouldn't engage. But we were in the suburbs, not the city. And with the suburbs came nosey housewives who couldn't mind their own business.
"Is he okay?" the woman asked.
"Fine. He just had a few too many drinks," I said with a laugh and a roll of my eyes. "I'll get him home safely."
The woman smiled. "That better not be you tonight," she said to her husband and patted his chest.
"We could always get a room instead," her husband said.
This time I rolled my eyes for real as I steered my lost puppy toward my car. Almost 50 percent of marriages failed. He'd probably already been in one of those rooms with another woman. Pig.
When we finally reached my car, my pig was practically putting all his weight on me. I pushed him against the back door, hoping he'd stay on his feet.
"It's so beautiful," he said, his voice slurred now. "Almost as beautiful as you."
I tried to ignore his words as I unlocked the door. Why did he keep saying stuff like that? This was supposed to be easy. Each compliment made me rethink everything. But it was too late now. "Get in the car," I said.
"Look." He pointed to the sky instead of following my very simple directions.
I followed his finger. The sky was ignited with stars tonight. They seemed even