would've if her damn friend hadn't interrupted us. The rest of the night, I thought about her, and only her. It was the first time in over two fucking years I had kissed a girl without thinking about Amber. Maybe Cara was going to be my cure—the one girl that would help me move on and get over my past.
God only knew how many times I've tried this same thing with different women and failed. There was something rare about Cara though; she was feisty, and it turned me on in ways no woman ever had before. When I kissed her last night nothing else mattered. Not my past, not Amber, nothing. The only thing that I could see was Cara— she was right in front of me and crystal clear.
I hadn't really thought things through when I asked her to meet me here today. I just knew that I needed to see her again and this seemed like a good place. Honestly, until I pulled up five minutes ago I had no clue what we were going to do when she got here. But when I started thinking back on our conversation last night everything clicked. I just hoped she liked it.
When I saw her white Ford Fusion pull into the parking space next to me, I jumped out of my truck and held the door open for her as she got out. This was the first time I was seeing her out of her work uniform, and she looked gorgeous. Her dark hair fell just short of her shoulders, and the bright orange tank top she had on clung to her curvy frame perfectly.
"Thanks," she said as she shut the door and locked her car.
"No problem, firecracker, and let me take this opportunity to thank you as well."
"Why are you thanking me? I didn't even do anything." She looked at me with confusion.
"Actually, I just made a hundred bucks, thanks to you." I placed my hand on the small of her back and started to lead her to the passenger side of my truck. The look of confusion on her face turned to apprehension and I decided to clarify. "Blake bet me a hundred dollars that you wouldn't show up. So, thank you for proving him wrong."
"Well, I'm glad I could help. Especially since it made Blake suffer a little," she said as I opened the door for her.
I chuckled. "You really don't like him, do you?" I asked as she climbed up into my truck.
"It's not him personally; it's the way he comes across. That cocky attitude and the way he treats women. I'm sure he's a good guy, I've just dealt with his type before and always seem to get burned." Her gaze fell to her hands and I could tell she didn't like talking about whatever it was that happened to her. Not knowing what to say, I shut the door, walked around to the driver's side and got in.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked her as I started up the engine.
I could tell the change of topic relieved her a little when she looked up and nodded at me. I could still see a hint of pain in her eyes and I detested it. The thought of anyone hurting her, physically or emotionally, irritated me.
Reaching my hand out, I placed it on her leg just above her knee. "I don't know who he was, or what happened," I admitted to her while giving her leg a reassuring squeeze. "But he was a complete jackass for letting you go."
My words, like magic, instantly melted the anguish from her features and the corners of her mouth turned upward. She placed her small, soft hand on top of mine and held on. "So, where are we going?" she asked me, her voice cheerful.
"Wherever you take us, firecracker," I said as I put my truck in reverse. I knew she was going to be confused by my answer and when she looked at me puzzled, I just smiled as I backed out of the parking spot.
"Ookaayyy," she pondered, her voice heavy with unease. I couldn't help but laugh. She was just too fun to mess with.
"We won't know where we're going until we get there," I told her, adding to her already confused state. I drove out of the parking lot and pulled up to the stop light. "Right or left?" I asked her. She looked at me like I was crazy, and maybe I was.
"Ummm...right, I guess," she replied, her brow furrowed. I
God only knew how many times I've tried this same thing with different women and failed. There was something rare about Cara though; she was feisty, and it turned me on in ways no woman ever had before. When I kissed her last night nothing else mattered. Not my past, not Amber, nothing. The only thing that I could see was Cara— she was right in front of me and crystal clear.
I hadn't really thought things through when I asked her to meet me here today. I just knew that I needed to see her again and this seemed like a good place. Honestly, until I pulled up five minutes ago I had no clue what we were going to do when she got here. But when I started thinking back on our conversation last night everything clicked. I just hoped she liked it.
When I saw her white Ford Fusion pull into the parking space next to me, I jumped out of my truck and held the door open for her as she got out. This was the first time I was seeing her out of her work uniform, and she looked gorgeous. Her dark hair fell just short of her shoulders, and the bright orange tank top she had on clung to her curvy frame perfectly.
"Thanks," she said as she shut the door and locked her car.
"No problem, firecracker, and let me take this opportunity to thank you as well."
"Why are you thanking me? I didn't even do anything." She looked at me with confusion.
"Actually, I just made a hundred bucks, thanks to you." I placed my hand on the small of her back and started to lead her to the passenger side of my truck. The look of confusion on her face turned to apprehension and I decided to clarify. "Blake bet me a hundred dollars that you wouldn't show up. So, thank you for proving him wrong."
"Well, I'm glad I could help. Especially since it made Blake suffer a little," she said as I opened the door for her.
I chuckled. "You really don't like him, do you?" I asked as she climbed up into my truck.
"It's not him personally; it's the way he comes across. That cocky attitude and the way he treats women. I'm sure he's a good guy, I've just dealt with his type before and always seem to get burned." Her gaze fell to her hands and I could tell she didn't like talking about whatever it was that happened to her. Not knowing what to say, I shut the door, walked around to the driver's side and got in.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked her as I started up the engine.
I could tell the change of topic relieved her a little when she looked up and nodded at me. I could still see a hint of pain in her eyes and I detested it. The thought of anyone hurting her, physically or emotionally, irritated me.
Reaching my hand out, I placed it on her leg just above her knee. "I don't know who he was, or what happened," I admitted to her while giving her leg a reassuring squeeze. "But he was a complete jackass for letting you go."
My words, like magic, instantly melted the anguish from her features and the corners of her mouth turned upward. She placed her small, soft hand on top of mine and held on. "So, where are we going?" she asked me, her voice cheerful.
"Wherever you take us, firecracker," I said as I put my truck in reverse. I knew she was going to be confused by my answer and when she looked at me puzzled, I just smiled as I backed out of the parking spot.
"Ookaayyy," she pondered, her voice heavy with unease. I couldn't help but laugh. She was just too fun to mess with.
"We won't know where we're going until we get there," I told her, adding to her already confused state. I drove out of the parking lot and pulled up to the stop light. "Right or left?" I asked her. She looked at me like I was crazy, and maybe I was.
"Ummm...right, I guess," she replied, her brow furrowed. I
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