“Roberta’s House of Voodoo? Seriously?” I remark as Adrian tells me where to park. “This better not be where we’re going,” I then add, turning my deadly glare towards him. He smirks and already unbuckles his seatbelt, not saying a single word.
As he steps out of the car, I follow him with a low grunt coming from the inside of my throat. I don’t even open my mouth to say the words, but let me tell you, they’re not exactly pretty for the ear.
“Adrian!” I call him as soon as I close the door behind me. He turns around with a charming smile on his face. He raises his eyebrows slightly, like he has no idea what I want from him. “What are we doing here?”
He looks at me in a conspiratory way, like there’s some kind of secret joke between us. “It’s not a date, if that’s what you think,” he info
