Stacey’s POV:
That grin deepened, the smug confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing to me. I felt my pulse quicken in panic, maybe lust, maybe both.
How the f**k is it even both!
I needed to leave before I made a fool of myself.
“I should get going,” I muttered, already turning on my heel.
But his voice stopped me. “Meet me by the front entrance.”
I turned back slowly, frowning. “What? Why?”
He took another lazy sip of water and wiped his face with his shirt, exposing a brief flash of abs that made it criminally hard to maintain eye contact. “I’ll be out with my car in a bit,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.
I blinked, my heart still stuttering. “And why would I do that?”
His gaze sharpened just slightly, still playful, but something else
