I mimed zipping my lips. “You got it. Just a little heads’ up, though… you’re both shockingly obvious.”
With that, I strode to my car, a grin perched on my face. It disappeared a second later.
“Snow Queen! Hold up.”
A low groan sounded in my throat, and I touched my forehead to the roof of the car.
Oh my god, why?
My head came up reluctantly as Leon advanced closer. About a foot out from the hood of my car, he hopped up on the soles of his feet and slid his ass over it, landing cleanly on the other side with a flourish. He did all of this without spilling a drop of the near-full cup of amber liquid clasped in his grip—a feat comparable to winning the Olympics, apparently.
“You see that shit?” he exclaimed, eyes wide with delight.
“Yeah. Congratulations. But I’d say this constitutes stalking.” I raised a hand in front of my face, bringing my thumb and finger almost within touching distance of each other. “I’m this close to getting a restraining order.”
“It’s not stalking if you’re following someone for a reason.”
I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Pretty sure you’re wrong, but I’ll humor you…” My brow arched in question.
“Yeah, I need another ride. I hear you’re designated driver. Ergo…”
I blinked at him. “Ergo fucking nothing. I’m not sure what gave you the impression I enjoyed carting your lazy ass around town, but I assure you I don’t. What the fuck’s wrong with your legs this time?”
“Aww, don’t be like that, Lissa.” His lips formed a pout. “What’s up? You worried if you get me all alone you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?”
My eyes slid closed momentarily. When they opened, Leon’s thick, sandy brows were dancing up and down on his forehead like caterpillars jacked up on Red Bull.
He scrubbed a hand over his shadowed jaw and bit his lip. “You’re imagining all the things you want to do to my body right now, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I muttered with a nod. “That and trying to figure out the best way to dispose of it afterward.”
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest and I had to stop myself from shoving my hands through my hair and yanking it out. Did nothing get to this guy anymore? It used to be easy to rile him. At this point, I’d officially run out of ideas—short of actually murdering him—but orange wasn’t my color, and I had zero interest in becoming a prison bitch for some homegirl named Big fucking Mandy in cellblock C.
I tossed my hands up in frustration. “Just get in the goddamn car.”
Irritated, I flopped down into the seat and jerked the belt across my chest, snapping it into place with a sharp click. Leon sank down beside me, and a cup of beer appeared in front of my face. My forehead creased, and I shifted to look at him.
“Grab this a sec, Snow Queen.”
I stared at the cup without taking it from him. “You’re not bringing that in my car,” I told him, shaking my head.
“Why the fuck not?” He looked up.
“Because I said so, and it’s my car.”
“You sound like my mom,” he stated, and I fucking bristled.
Ever since I’d grabbed him by the balls and confirmed he actually had a pair, he’d taken to ramming that fact down my damn throat every chance he got. That was a serious miscalculation on my part, and now I was paying the price. Steep didn’t cover it.
“And you sound like someone who wants to walk their ass home. You’re lucky you’re even in here.”
“Just grab it while I belt up, I’ll drink it soon as you give it back.”
With gritted teeth, I snatched the drink from his outstretched hand and waited while he strapped in, then thrust it back at him with a firm warning, “You spill that in my car, Bradshaw, and I’ll castrate you with my bare hands.”
He shifted quicker than I could react, leaning in until he was right in my face and his warm breath skated over my cheek.
My body responded before I could instruct against it, every muscle tensing, every cell jumping to attention. “Threatening to put your hands around my dick again, Lissa?” he murmured, his voice husky and deep. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, now.”