Opening the fridge, I wondered how fast I could make Caleb’s dinner so I could slip into my bedroom before he returned home—but the fridge was as empty as my bank account.
I groaned in defeat when I heard the front door open. But when I heard heavy footsteps coming from the living room, I reached for my pocketknife in case it wasn’t Caleb. I’d already made one mistake, but still—better safe than sorry.
“Red?”
I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Caleb’s voice. He was sprawled on the couch, remote control in hand as he turned on the TV. His black leather shoes and dinner jacket decorated the floor. Discarding his clothes there seemed to be a habit.
I stood behind him, admiring the way the bronze in his hair glinted in the light.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked, propping his feet on the coffee table.
“I just got back. I’ll make you something now if you want.”
He looked over his shoulder at me. If my heart tripped—which it totally didn’t—it was a normal and healthy reaction to seeing a gorgeous face. It didn’t mean anything.
“Are you trying to butt out of our bargain already?” he asked, turning back to the TV.
Insulted, I put my hands on my hips, glaring at him. “Unless you want orange juice soup with Pop-Tart croutons, you need to go to the store. We don’t have any groceries.”
He rested his head on the couch headrest and arched up and over so that he was looking at me upside down. “You’re giving me a neck injury. Why don’t you come around so we can talk like normal human beings?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
He sighed. In a smooth move, he straightened, turned, then climbed to sit on top of the couch. He playfully studied me. “I’m bored,” he stated.
I raised my eyebrows. Did he expect me to entertain him? “And?”
“You owe me dinner.”
“I told you—”
A grin stretched across his face as he loosened his red tie. “You can pay me another way.”
My jaw fell open.
He laughed. “Why is your mind always in the gutter?”
I blinked once. Twice. My mind was always in the gutter?
He pushed off the couch, put his shoes back on, grabbed his keys and helmet from the coffee table, and walked past me. I thought he was going to leave when I felt his hand circle around my wrist, dragging me out the door with him.
“Oh for God’s sake, where are you taking me?”
God, he was tall. For every step he took, I had to take two to keep up.
He pressed the elevator button. “For a ride.”
“A ride?”
He started laughing as he pulled me inside the elevator, pressed the Down button, and watched the door close. “I’ve never met a girl who twisted my words as much as you do. You have a filthy mind, Red. Filthy.”
“What the… A filthy mind!” I sputtered.
When the elevator door opened, he dragged me into the basement parking garage.
“A ride.” He clucked his tongue. “On my bike.”
I pulled my wrist from his hold, rubbing my hand against my jeans. His skin was hot and made me feel strange things.