“Okay.” He tilts his head, and his mouth drops. “You showing up at the coffee shop. Have you been stalking me?”
It’s Saturday. He’s made it a habit of grabbing iced coffee nearly every Saturday between late morning and early afternoon.
I’ve been watching his habits from the computer system at work. Ariella granted me access to help her with some projects she’s working on. A step up from filing.
I may have been taking the research a little too far, doing my own project in secret.
“I wouldn’t say stalking.” I force a nervous smile and head for the door. Maybe I can just slink out and never speak with him again.
“What would you call it?” He slips on his shoes and follows me as I head outside, hoping to disappear into oblivion.
“This is the first time I’ve been on your campus.” It’s definitely the truth. I’ve never even so much as toured Evergreen University.
I knew when I wanted to attend college, I’d go to Great Falls College. It’s a small, private school, much more elite and prestigious.
He shuts the door abruptly behind himself, keys in hand. “I’m driving you home.” Unlike earlier, when he was concerned and doting, now he looks pissed.
Honestly, it’s the version of Liam I would expect.
“It’s fine. I’ll take the bus.”
“You won’t.” He points at his piece of shit car and smirks. “I told you not to laugh.”
My eyes widen. I’m not sure it’ll make it to campus. “You really don’t need to drive me home. It’s a couple of hours and going to be really long round trip for you.”
I’m trying to do him a favor, do us both a favor.
Can we really stand being in the same car together?
Why did I think getting his information and meeting up with him would be a good idea?
He follows my every step, and when I don’t head toward his car, he wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me where he wants me.
His breath tickles my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I inhale sharply, trying not to let my senses overwhelm me, like earlier. He has a way of doing that to me.
“Tell me again why you have my address in your skirt pocket.”
The way his breath caresses my skin fills my stomach with butterflies.
“I was stalking you,” I whisper, and my mouth is parched.
He studies me, like he’s waiting for me to laugh, but the joke is entirely on me.
My cheeks are hot, and while the sun isn’t helping, the flush has to be evident as he glances me over.
“Get in the car, Greyson.” He clears his throat, all business, and I step toward the passenger door.
“Are you sure your car is … safe?” I’m afraid if I open the door and sit in the front seat, I might actually see the pavement beneath my feet.
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Bristol. You or anyone else—” He’s quick to make that clarification.
He waits for me to slide into the passenger seat as he stands outside my car door, leaning in, brooding. He’s hot, and his t-shirt rides up just inches, revealing the V between his waistband and navel.
I can’t stop staring.
He backs up when he’s satisfied that I’m buckled in and slams the door shut.