That explained why he was taking the elevators at the main entrance. He usually entered from the basement garage.
I noticed what he was wearing now: a gray beanie, a dark-blue henley, black jeans, and black boots. He walked ahead so he could open the car door on the passenger side for me, and then I saw the print on the back of his shirt that read I Was Born Ready.
What a perfect description of him. I suppressed a smile as he closed my door and walked to the driver’s side of the car.
After getting in, he started the car and pulled onto the street. He was quiet as he drove. And I wondered if he felt the charge in the air that came from being in such close proximity. Because I felt it, skimming my skin, teasing my senses.
Did it matter? It wasn’t like I was going to act on it… I wasn’t even slightly curious. Nope, not curious at all.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
He swung the car into a parking space in front of the grocery store. I got out as fast as I could, heading straight to get a shopping cart. I fumbled as I tried to slip the dollar coin into the slot to release the lock on the shopping cart. The coin fell to the ground.
“So,” he began, bending down to pick it up. His pants tightened around his legs…and around a very, very sexy butt. I quickly looked away before he caught me ogling him.
“What should we get?” he asked, inserting the coin himself. He pulled the cart free and proceeded to the store entrance.
I shrugged. “What do you like to eat?”
“Hamburger, fries, steak, pasta, seafood? And…”
I glanced at him when he didn’t continue. He had a secretive smile on his lips.
What the hell was he thinking now?
“And?” I prompted.
“You,” he replied. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I rolled my eyes.
Yeah, right. Me and possibly the whole blond population, I thought darkly.
The seafood section was closest, so I told him to head there first.
“Look at these poor creatures,” he said, his voice as excited as a child’s.
I glanced over and saw him pointing at a bunch of huge crabs in a tank.
“I think that one is staring at you,” he teased.
I chuckled. “Which one?” I asked, unable to resist sharing his good mood.
“That one.” He pointed at the biggest crab, its eyes poking out of its head. “Looks like that guy from Star Trek.”
I snorted.
“Damn. I remember wanting one for a pet when I was four,” he continued, leaning over the top of the aquarium. His nose scrunched up. “How do you even cook them?”
“You boil them alive,” I answered.
His eyes rounded. “What the hell? That is just so wrong.”
He looked so horrified—and so cute—that I wanted to laugh.
“Yep. That, or you can freeze them alive,” I added.
“You’re kidding.”