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“To go get drunk with teenagers at Cosmic Bowling?” I blink at her before I relent because to be fair, she did buy it for me. “Sure, let me go get it.” I chuckle as I head up the stairs.
I’m just grabbing it from my closet when I hear my mother. “Whose Maserati is this outside? If your father bought one, I’ll kill him! He was supposed to take me when he went to look at them!”
My heart plummets as I look at the watch on my wrist. FUCK! I almost stumble over my feet as I hear the front door open and then steps retreating. No no no no no!
“Mom, wait!” I say as I fly down the two flights of stairs to the main floor just in time to see my mother approach the car not in our driveway but sitting in front of our house.
“God, I know you are not really on my side about the whole married man thing, but PLEASE, cut me some slack,” I whisper as I cross my fingers and look up. I drop the bag on the credenza in the foyer before grabbing my suitcase and purse and begin rolling it out the front door towards my mother who is already walking around the car to the driver’s side.
“Fuuuuck me,” I mutter under my breath. “Mom!”
The door opens and I watch as Chris steps out looking like pure sex. Dressed casually in jeans and a Henley with sunglasses in front of his gorgeous eyes, he towers over my mother’s tiny frame. I watch as she lowers her glasses and sizes him up slowly before she turns her head even slower to look at me over her frames with a raised eyebrow.
I give her my best smile like everything’s normal and nothing out of the ordinary about an older man that looks like that picking me up. I point behind me towards our house. “I left the bag for you.”
“Hello there,” Chris says as he holds a hand out. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Chris. You must be Marissa’s older sister.” He flashes that grin at her and twenty-one years of knowing Kimberly Holt shows me that my mother is already on board.
My mother giggles in that way she does when she’s flattered. “Oh, you’re trouble.” She points at him before she shakes his hand. “Marissa’s mother.”
“Impossible,” he retorts and I roll my eyes, even if I’m slightly impressed at how quickly he’s winning my mother over.
“Yes, well I was ten when I had her,” she says as she waves him off and she makes her way back towards me. He follows behind her and grabs my suitcase from me, smiling at me like he knows he’s probably in trouble for this but it was all worth it.
“Chris works at Beckham Securities also,” I say because I don’t want my mother to think I lied right to her face.
She looks me up and down once before leaning in to kiss me on my cheek. “Mmmhmmm. Well, you two kids have fun,” she whispers in my ear. “Wear the shortest dress.”
“Mom!” I whisper.
“Phew, if I was just a few years younger.”
“I’ll be sure to tell your husband that.” I roll my eyes at her.
“Snitch,” she says back to me before she waves at Chris who’s standing in front of the passenger’s side open door. “Take care of my child, please!”
“Yes ma’am.” He nods and I watch her scurry back into the house. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was on the phone with my aunt before Chris is even back in the car.
I’m still rubbing my forehead when he’s back in the car and I slowly turn my gaze towards him and stare through narrowed slits.
“What did you want me to do!?” He laughs.
“Park down the block!?”
“And what? Have you walk? No, Marissa.” He snorts and I note we aren’t moving.
“Can we go? Before my mom starts running your plates and figures out your whole life story? As is, she’s probably already running a background check.”
He props his elbow on the console between us and pulls his sunglasses off so I can see those blue eyes. “Can I have a kiss first?”
I blink away from him because I think if I stare into them too long, they could convince me to do anything. “No.”
“I can sit here all day, you know.”
I cross my arms and shoot him a look, half annoyed and half amused. “You really want the first time we kiss again to be out of manipulation?”
“Ah, so you admit there will be another kiss?” I scowl but I can feel the smile trying to force its way through. He shifts the car out of park and pulls away from the house. “That’s enough for now.” He makes it to the end of our street and I let out a sigh of relief because at least my dad wasn’t home.
We’re an hour into the ride when we hit the first bit of traffic. We’d been listening to music for the most part, the silence comfortable and sensual as the sounds of a pretty decent playlist plays through his speakers.
