Chapter 3 Whiskey girl wants me

Julian's pov

"Whiskey guy?!"

She shrieked in that sultry voice of hers. The same voice that had almost made me rethink the idea of kissing her earlier in the club when she had asked me to.

She stared at me in shock. Her drunk brain is trying to process how she ended up in my car.

"What are you doing in my car?" I tilted my head, observing her through my rear-view mirror.

She blinked, disoriented, then gasped like she realized the gravity of her mistake.

"No No no no no. You can't be my driver. That's illegal. You're not allowed to be hot and drive."

I arched a brow, resting my palm on the steering wheel. "You're not allowed to hijack a stranger's car."

She bit her lip as she glanced down at her phone, her cognac colored eyes widening slightly. "Oh no. I got into the wrong car." She groaned as she looked up at me.

Her lips were plump and red, complete with a perfectly shaped cupid's bow.

As I watched her nibble on her lip, the insane urge to kiss her consumed me again, and instantly my dick hardened in response.

Who was this girl? And could she actually be following me?

She was beautiful, I couldn't deny that.

She had the kind of body that could bring a man to his knees. Full perky breasts, a slim waist, and the most perfect pair of legs I'd seen in a while.

I had noticed her the moment she stumbled onto the dance floor, half wild, half wrecked. She had moved like someone who wanted to forget something or someone.

Then she had flirted with me at the bar, and it had taken all of my willpower not to hoist her onto the bar and kiss those lips of hers, effectively ruining her for anyone else.

"Do you make it a habit of stumbling into different rideshares without checking the plates?"

"Only when emotionally devastated." She deadpanned. "And you didn't lock the door, so... that's on you."

She paused as though she suddenly remembered something."Oh my God, I guess this is why my motherused to pray so much. To protect me from something like this."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. Low. Rough and deep.

"So I'm the devil your mother warned you about?"

"It may seem like it." She eyed me skeptically.

I sighed. "You should get out and find your driver."

She met my gaze in the mirror, and in that moment, I could see the mischief in her eyes. "Or...you could take me somewhere."

I knew what she was asking. But I didn't want to entertain it...Not yet.

"Why don't I take you home? What's your address?"

She stiffened at the word Home. "Yeah, no thanks. My ex-fiancé and my ex-best friend are currently defiling my memory on those bedsheets. I'd rather die."

Jesus.

Typical case of a woman being cheated on.

"People betray. That's what they do. I learned that a long time ago." I responded.

I looked at her again, really looked this time.

Beneath the makeup, the sass, and the bad decisions, I could see the broken woman, the hurt woman, the angry woman.

"How long were you with him?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Six years," she muttered, then sat back and folded her arms like the question itself cracked something open. "Six years, and he still cheated on me with someone who used to borrow my dresses."

"That's cold."

She looked away, but not before I saw the first tear slip down."It hurts. It hurts so much. I sacrificed a lot for Liam. Most especially my dreams. And he just... threw it all away."

"You know what." I begin "There's a hotel two blocks away. Let's get you a room for the night, and tomorrow, when you feel better, you can figure out the next step. Is that cool?"

She nodded as she wiped her eyes subtly.

I didn't know why I offered. Hell, I didn't know why I even cared. But I felt this sudden urge to protect her.

To get my hands on Liam and snap him in two.

Just as I made to drive, she spoke up.

"Wait!" she shrieked, then leaned forward, her arms braced between the seats. "Can I sit up front? I usually get carsick in the back."

I cocked a brow. I didn't believe her for a second. But I nodded anyway.

She immediately climbed over like she's done it a hundred times, pulling the seatbelt across her chest with a soft click.

The scent of her perfume hit me, and I became all too aware of how close she was. Too close. Too warm.. Too her.

"So," she said, turning towards me, her eyes glassy. "What's your name?"

"Julian."

"Julian," she repeated, like she was tasting it. "You sound like a man who ruins lives."

"I've been known to."

She tilted her head as she bit her lip. "Are you gonna ruin mine?"

My cock hardened in response.

"You don't know what you're asking for."

She studied me for a beat, then said, "I do. I want to sleep with you."

Everything inside me stilled.

"That's the tequila talking."

"No," she said. "The tequila helped me say it. But the part that wants you? That's been screaming since I saw you."

Fuck.

This girl had no idea what she was poking at.

"You don't want to sleep with me."

"I do," she insisted, her voice low and breathy. "And I'm not asking for forever. I want tonight. A moment to forget the hurt. Something that reminds me I'm not broken."

"I don't do pity fucks, Kitten. If you sleep with me, it's going to be because you want to remember every inch of me, not to forget some ex."

She swallowed as her eyes darted quickly to the tent that had now formed in my pants.

The air in the car thickened as the sexual tension and weight of unspoken things settled between us.

I should have said no.

I should have driven her to the hotel, handed her a key, and walked away.

But when I looked at her lips-bruised from her teeth, parted and waiting.

I forgot how to be good.

Just as I moved to shift the car into drive. My hand brushed against her thigh.