Page 44 of Wicked Truths
“Uh, no, that’s okay.”
He takes a few steps closer to me. “I don’t mind. It’s not like I have anything else going on. Besides, it’sthe least I can do after fighting during practice the other day and making you work harder.”
I know I shouldn’t let him know where I’m going, but maybe I can get him to drop me off somewhere close by.
“Okay, here’s the deal. I’ll let you drive me, but you can’t tell anyone where we are going or what you see once we get there. After you drop me off, you can’t linger. You have to leave.”
“How are you going to get home?”
“I’ll either get a cab, or I’ll walk. It’s only a mile and a half.”
He glances around for a moment before saying, “You got yourself a deal.”
He puts his cigarette out before leading me over to a sensible four door SUV. The black leather interior compliments the black exterior.
“Nice car.” I say as I slide into the passenger seat.
He starts the car and classical music starts playing a little too loud. He turns the volume down and says, “Thanks. It’s not a sports car like most of the guys, but it’s been a great travel car.”
“I think it’s a responsible and sensible car.”
Based on his actions on Monday, I would have pegged him as a sports car owning, adrenaline-seeking playboy hockey player. Not someone that listens to classical music and drives the speed limit.
Maybe I judged him a little too harshly.
“So, where are we heading?” He pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward the main road.
“The King’s Empire Gentleman’s Club.”
He chokes on his saliva and stops the car as he stares at me. When I don’t laugh or make a joke, he says, “Are you serious? You really want me to drive you to The King’s Empire?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Why would you want to go to a strip club?”
Sensing that we are going to be here for a while, I turn my entire body in my seat to face him. “Why wouldn’t I? Women go to strip clubs too, you know.”
He rolls his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that. I know women go to strip clubs. I’m just surprised that’s where you’re heading now.”
“You’re surprised that I might enjoy watching women dance and take off their clothes?”
“Well, yeah. Wouldn’t every guy?”
I shrug. “Yeah, well, maybe. I could be going there to talk to the manager about getting a part time weekend job.”
His mouth falls open for a second. “You do know that some of the guys from the team go there, right? Like a lot of them go there.”
“We’re all consenting adults.” Not that I have my eyes on anyone other than Rhett, but teasing Chase Williams right now is pretty fun.
He looks at me as if he can’t believe I’m even considering working as a dancer. “Your dad and brother would literally kill anyone that looks at you in that way. Hell, your brother already threatened us after the fight on Monday.”
I roll my eyes. How many times has he talked about the puck bunnies? “Of course he did.Misogynistic asshole. But that’s why I said you can’t tell anyone about this, and I mean it.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I won’t say anything. Not a word.”
“Good. Now let’s go.”
He heads straight to the club as if he’s been here a time or two before pulling into the back parking lot of the club.