“Yeah.” He looks over the top of my head, something that is easy for him to do since he’s tall, over a foot taller than me in my flats, and then his eyes meet mine once more. “Do you want to give me a test drive?”
A tingle slides down my spine, and my cheeks warm as my nipples pebble. Good Lord, I need to get away from this man before I throw myself at his feet and offer to have his babies. “Umm…” I glance around quickly, looking for an excuse to get away, and spot Steph eyeing me from across the room with a frown on her pretty face. “I think Mandy said you’ve been working with Steph.”
His brows drag together. “Who?”
“Steph,” I repeat and wave my hand out in her direction. “She’s the blonde over there.” He doesn’t even look. “I’ll get her, and you’ll remember.”
I turn to walk away, but he stops me by grabbing my hand. “I don’t want her. I want you.”
My eyes widen. “Oh. Well, okay.” I tug my hand from his, which isn’t easy to do. “What car did you want to test drive?”
“The black Jeep at the front of the lot.”
“The one parked half on the boulder?” I ask, and he lifts his chin in an affirmative.
“What’s that look?” he asks quietly.
I realize I’m frowning and smile. “It’s a great Jeep.” It’s also the only car on the lot I’ve wanted since I started here… even though I will likely never be able to afford it unless I start competing with my fellow employees and become lead salesman. “I just need to see your ID to make a copy of it, and then I’ll just grab the keys and meet you out there.”
“I’ll come with you,” he states.
I laugh while shaking my head. “I can get them and meet you out there.”
“I’d rather come with you so you don’t try to pawn me off on someone else.”
Offended, I prop my hands on my hips. “I’m not going to pawn you off on someone else.”
“You just tried to pawn me off a minute ago.”
“I was not pawning you off,” I lie, my cheeks feeling warm from being called out. “I was going to let the person you’ve been working with continue to work with you. People around here take their clients very seriously.”
“Does the client get a say in who they want to work with?”
I wave my hand out between him and me. “Obviously, I’m working with you now, aren’t I?”
He shrugs. “Still, I’d rather not take any chances. I’ll come with you.”
“Fine.” I grit my teeth then stomp toward my cubical. Once there, I go behind my desk, and after he enters, I hold out my hand and wiggle my fingers. “I need your ID.”
“Right.” He grins, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. I watch his long fingers tug out his card then narrow my eyes on his when he chuckles and hands it to me.
“What’s funny?”
“You’re cute when you’re pissed.” His gorgeous smile stays firmly in place, and he really does have a gorgeous smile, and really nice teeth, which is something odd to notice about someone.
“I’m not pissed.”
“Hmm.”
“I’m not. I’m annoyed. You’re annoying me,” I snap, taking his ID and placing it in the little copy machine on my desk. Once the red light appears on the device, I know it’s been sent wherever the info is stored. I hand his card back to him and grab my purse. “Let’s go get the keys.”
“Lead the way.” He motions for me to leave ahead of him, and I hear him chuckle as I walk past him. I take him back to the main office and quickly punch in the information for the test drive into the computer before I grab the keys from the box on the wall. Once I have them in my hand, I spin around, and come face-to-chest with him, then look up. “You don’t have to stand so close.”
“I like standing close to you.”
More frustrated with myself than him for how my body seems to be reacting to his proximity, I growl under my breath and push him back an inch before I move around him. I don’t even look to make sure he’s following me—not that I need to. I can feel his eyes boring into my back as we head out of the building to the lot.
When we get outside, I pull in a lungful of air, wishing it were cooler out, since the humid air makes me feel stifled rather than refreshed. That’s one thing I miss about Montana; the summers are perfect. Most days are warm enough to wear shorts but cool enough to wear a sweater if you feel like it.
“Shit,” I mutter when we reach the Jeep. The way it’s parked on two big boulders looks cool, but the bottom of the driver side door is at least three feet off the ground, and since I’m only five one, I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get in. With a few curse words to whatever idiot parked it here, I walk around to the passenger side. It’s better, but I’m still going to have issues getting in. Resting my hands on my hips, I look at the man next to me and watch him cross his arms over his chest as he turns his head my way.