Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
Landon glares at me, but my attention is pulled away by the voice behind me.
“Hannah’s inside?” That gets Arden’s attention. He glances back at the house with interest.
Ignoring him, I look back at Landon. “I would be in bed sleeping, but some inconsiderate asshole woke me up with his noisy ass car. Have you seen anyone like that around here?”
Jordan laughs but Malek doesn’t. He hates me, too, he just isn’t as interested in letting me know it all the time.
Landon doesn’t smile. His gaze drops to my chest and makes me self-conscious, so I cross my arms to cover my breasts.
“Get back inside,” he tells me.
Even if I wanted to, I can’t now because he just ordered me to and his stupid buddies make “ooh,” noises in the background that saddle me with a pair of cement shoes.
“I’m not going anywhere without your keys. You’ve been drinking, and I don’t trust you not to drive off a cliff.”
“Like you would care,” he mutters.
“I would obviously care if you drove off a cliff, Landon. I would care if almost anyone drove off a cliff. The list of people who can do that and I wouldn’t care is short, and try as you might to get on it, you haven’t yet.”
“Yet, she says,” Arden comments. “Give him time, he’ll get there.” Ready for a change of scenery, apparently, he adds, “She’s right, though. You shouldn’t drive. Why don’t we go inside? I’m thirsty. I could use a drink. Is Cinderella awake, too?”
“Don’t call her that,” I say, not at all amused. “She’s sleeping, and she’s not your maid regardless.”
He smirks at me. “Not yet. The way that stepmother and stepsister of hers bleed money, I bet they’d sell her to me if I made a good enough offer.”
He’s repugnant and I can’t believe I’m literally losing sleep talking to him.
I know Landon is too difficult to let me rein him in with his friends as witnesses, so I take a softer path to the same destination since I’m tired and I know it’s likely to get me there quicker.
Leaning farther into Landon’s car, I say more softly, “It’s really late and you’re not supposed to be doing stuff like this. Why don’t you kick these guys out and go to bed before you wake someone else up?”
He smirks and leans closer. “I will if you come with me.”
I maintain an even, dead-eyed look. “Pass.”
He shrugs. “Then I guess I’m not coming inside.”
I sigh. “What are you even doing out here?”
“Arden’s looking for a new ride, so we were comparing cars. He’s trying to convince Malek to sell him the Aperta.”
“You guys can play with your cars when it’s not three in the morning,” I tell him.
“We could, but we’re already here, so…”
“What do you think your dad’s going to say if you wake him up like you woke me? For that matter, when he realizes you’ve been drinking and you’re behind the wheel.”
“I don’t care,” he states.
I sigh, totally unable to relate to his rebelliousness. “Please just come inside, Landon. It’s the middle of the night.”
He watches me for a moment, then surprises me by turning off the engine and opening the door. I’m even more surprised when he climbs out.
Is he actually listening to me?
I look overhead to see if pigs are flying, but all I see is a clear night sky.
“You guys are gonna have to hit the road,” Landon tells his friends. “Parker here has other 3 AM activities in mind, and I’m afraid she has nicer tits than any of you, so…”
Oh. My. God.
Arden smirks, Malek rolls his eyes, and I glare at Landon, hard.
I stiffen when he walks over and slings an arm around my neck to pull me close, but I don’t fight him.
He’s the worst, but I don’t bother denying it, either. Anyone with half a brain could see I’m not in the mood to fuck him, but at least Jordan seems to believe him, judging by his smirk.
I guess possessing at least half of a brain was too great an expectation.
I would never sleep with any of these guys, anyway, so I really don’t care what they think.
Arden pushes off his car first. “All right, man, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
The other two follow suit, getting into Malek’s sleek white sports car. I flinch when he fires up the engine.
“Why are your cars so loud?” I complain.
My Prius is much more polite than their dumb sports cars.
“To match the owners,” Landon says glibly, his arm still locked around my neck to keep me close even as he hauls me toward the stairs.
“You can let go now,” I say, trying to pull away from him.
“I could,” he agrees, but his tight grip doesn’t ease.
I’m realizing a bit belatedly that I just dismissed all the witnesses, and now I have to walk into the house with him alone.