“Okay fine!” I shout.
He turns and faces me but doesn’t move. “Fine, what?”
“Oh my God.” I groan, releasing a frustrated breath as I try to wiggle myself out again. “I won’t go out on a date with your brother. There. Happy now?”
“Very.” He grins, stepping out of the truck and just as I’m about to shout at him for leaving me here, I watch the back door open. Carefully, he finds what my bracelet is stuck on and loosens the hold on me. As I’m trying to catch my breath and rest my wrists on the middle console, he opens the driver’s door with a smirk and checks out my ass one last time before his eyes meet mine.
“Didn’t realize you were so good on your knees,” he tells me.
“Yeah, well, I guess that’s what happens when you’re naturally flexible.” I lick my lips to taunt him. I watch his thr
