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His ears perked up at that. “Yeah, I’d already thought about catching a cab home. So, will you come in and have a drink with me?”
“No. I won’t go in. As it is, having a man in my car is dangerous. You could be an axe murderer for all I know.”
“Well,youcould be an axe murderer. I mean, I’m blindly putting my life in your hands!”
The thought that I could overtake someone like Owen makes me laugh hard.
“So is that a yes? Will you come in and have a few drinks with me?” He smiled, trying his best to look innocent.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Owen, if I go into your house, we will be doing more than having a drink.”
He swallowed hard. “What else would we be doing?”
“You know.”
“What if I promise to leave you alone. Keep it innocent?”
“I can’t make that same promise.” My voice was deeper as I said it, the meaning behind it unmistakable. I looked into his beautiful glassy eyes, blinking slowly at me as he processed what I said.
“Oh.”
“You’re drunk, Owen. I would feel like I’m taking advantage of you, and honestly, I want you so badly I don’t think I could resist.”
“Well, since you put it that way, I definitely want you to take me home.”
“Just know what you’re getting yourself into,” I warned.
“Okay,” he says nodding. “I’ll go tell the guys.”
I said goodbye to Rachel, too. It’s funny, this is actually the last memory I have of this girl. Hard as I try, I can’t conjure up any other images of her. It was so long ago, and I was one track mind Cris, then.
What I do remember is hoping that this didn’t end up being a stupid mistake. I highly doubted Owen was a killer, but there were plenty of other things that could go wrong. Though I’d had one night stands before, I’m not ashamed to admit that, I’d never taken a man anywhere in a car. Or what’s more, to their house with the full intent on fucking him.
Owen and I left the bar ahead of his crew, and jumped into my tiny car. I’m sure his co-workers all thought me a slut, and they all howled their way-to-go’s at Owen from within the bar. I didn’t really care. If I had been a man, the number of people I’d slept with, first night or not, would not matter.
The moment I turned the key, a little light came on that reminded me I had a low tire and I groaned.
I sat back hard. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot about this tire. Hang on, let me see how low it is.” I stepped out and checked the front driver’s side tire. It wasn’t too bad, but it definitely would need air if I didn’t want it to pop on me. “Do you mind if we stop at the gas station real quick?”
“Sure. Why don’t you just have the tire changed?” he asked like it was a no brainer.
“It just started this yesterday. I was hoping it was the cooler temperatures at night, but looks like it may be a hole of some sorts.”
We drove to the nearest gas station, and when I pulled up to the air pump, Owen jumped out and started filling the tire for me. It was nice, a small and completely unexpected gesture, that made me feel cared for. I’d lived on my own now for over a year, and wasn’t accustomed to having anything at all done for me.
“Thanks I told him,” when he hopped back in. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did,” he said taking my hand and giving the inside of my wrist a small kiss.
Blowing out a cooling breath, I asked, “So where to?”
